LOST LOVE || JIKOOK✅

34.My Idol

He took me to a studio, and I heard him instructing something into the designer's ear.

They smiled at me, while I maintained my poker face.

Then the designer approached me and started measuring my body.

I simply stood there like a mannequin and waited for them to finish taking my measurements.

"Shall we?" Mr. Kim asked me for my hand to hold, which made me nervous. He then took off his hand and placed it in his pants pocket.

Was he offended? I gulped and didn't even have the courage to look at him.

"Let's go," he said and turned his back.

He then took me to a car showroom.

"What's your favorite color?" He asked me.

"Wh--ite," I said nervously.

He smiled and handed me car keys. And I did know Mr Kim Taehyung was the brand ambassador of the car.

"A small present for you!" He smiled with his famous boxy smile.

"I can't accept this," I hesitated, but he simply shoved the keys into my pants pockets.

I was nervous the whole time. We were driving silently.

He took me to a place that looked like a school or university, but I didn't know exactly what the place was.

"Mr. Kim, what a pleasant surprise," an old man greeted Mr. Kim.

It was a cabin, and his nameplate indicated he was the Principal.

"He is Jimin, that I have told you," Mr. Kim introduced me, and I bowed to him.

"Oh, Mr. Kim, I thought you would arrange someone to get the admission. And yes, hello Jimin. I am your new principal," he stated.

"Principal?" I mouthed, a bit confused.

"Yes, you are going to complete your high school here," Taehyung said, and it finally hit my brain.

I was nervous as the campus was much larger than my hometown. I assumed that all those rich people would be studying here, and I'm sure I wouldn't fit into this school.

"You can join the class starting tomorrow, Mr. Park," the principal told me, and I nodded.

"Mr. Kim," I called out as we were having lunch in a private resort.

"Yes?"

"Nothing," I mumbled and quickly munched on the food. I heard his chuckle, which I ignored, and continued eating my food.

He then dropped me at my apartment,which I still don't know what he actually wants from me.

"I understand that communicating has been difficult for you since your parents' passing. I empathize with your feelings. I also realize that bringing you here might have worsened your depression, and I deeply regret asking you to choose a movie for us to act in. Once I saw you looking so pale and vulnerable, I knew I had made a mistake. Jimin, I want you to focus on your studies first and work on moving forward from your parents' death. Please don't concern yourself with your career for now. I'm committed to making you a superstar in the industry," Mr. Kim acknowledged.

His words moved me to tears, making me realize how I had misjudged him.

"Th-ank you." I managed to say.

"I've arranged a driver for you, who will pick you up daily. You can go out, try to make friends, and heal. Don't worry about bullies; as far as I know, no one will bully you here. Also, here's your uniform," Mr. Kim presented a bag, and I understood why he had measured my body earlier.

I hesitated, but I eventually picked up the bag, feeling guilty for doubting Mr. Kim.

Mr. Kim dropped me off and drove away.

"MR. KIM, I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN! I PURPLE YOU!" I shouted through tears, and he gave a thumbs up before disappearing from view.

He is my idol, and he would never harm me.