The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

SEVEN

I stepped outside and put on the shining black shoes. Standing in front of the mirror, I hurriedly applied skincare, patting on my cheeks, stealing glances at him, his arms folded against his chest.

Taking the chapstick, I again cast a glance at him who was still waiting patiently which intensified my inner anxieties.

"Take your time" he said, observing my rushed movements. I sighed, combing my hair while catching his smile through the reflection. Agh this smile.. these eyes..I'm becoming weak for this.

Giving myself a final check, I turned to him, announcing, "I'm done."

He stepped closer, his hand intertwining with mine, leading me outside to the basement and the parking lot. It feels like I am so much comfortable with his touches.

I excitedly clung to his arm, "woah!! we're going out..." I looked at him in amusement ignoring his men smiling behind us, where he was wearing a poker face in black suit head to toe.

"We're not a couple! Maintain little distance. Walk behind me.." he stated, I quickly slowed down at my steps to follow him. He got into the car while I remained outside, lost in thought.

He signalled to me to come, and as I nervously sat in the passenger seat, the driver handed me an earpiece which I couldn't fix, so the male tried to fix it in my ear. His fingers were grazing on my ear and cheek.

"Stop this!" Mr. Jeon shouted, startling both me and the driver. The earpiece fell. He grew even more annoyed, yelling at the driver before summoning me to the backseat.

I sat next to him gulping down thinking Is he taking me to some kind of gunshots scene? Or some mission? Or is he going to sell me? Escorting ?

"Where are we going?" I inquired, massaging my palms.

Leaning closer to my face removing his earpiece, he fixed it in mine and his cold touch gave me goosebumps.

"Nothing, just one deal.. or consider it as a free ticket to return back to your shadowed life, you've asked for.." he tapped my cheek.

Why was he being like this? We reached the destination. It was a high end hotel. I thought he would take me to an abandoned building. I scoffed at feeling some kind of safety here.

He handed me his hair tie, instructing me to put my hair in a bun. I followed his directive. He then gave me transparent glasses to wear.

"Now you look professional," he remarked with a smile, making my heart skip a beat, although he rarely smiled.

Stepping out of the car, I trailed behind him, feeling like his guard or secretary. I entered the VIP room filled with men, all impeccably dressed in black suits. I stood out as the only woman, increasing my curiosity. The leaders of both sides took their seats.

"Isn't it a hassle to hold meetings in hotels?" the other party's representative remarked.

"I know what I'm doing," Mr. Jeon smirked, his men opening a briefcase in front of the other group. As second party's men counted the bars, one was found to be missing.

The man's eyebrows raised as he looked at Mr. Jeon, letting out a scoff. "Oh, young man!! You've never made mistakes, but this time..." he was cut him off.

"What about her?" Mr. Jeon motioned his hand towards me causing me to gaped in complete disbelief.

What the fuck is wrong with him? I-Is he really going to sell me in the deal? Or throwing me at this grizzled old man? Am I that much useless to him? At just the price of one gold bar?