The Trial of an Undomestic Barrister | JJK x PJM

✦10| Bright pink cheeks, Honey-gold skin, Gold-glitter eye-liner✦

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As soon as I'm out of the room, I dash upstairs, along the corridor, and into my bedroom to check my phone. But it's only half charged and I have no idea where I'm going to find a signal. 

If Seokjin could get one, I must be able to. I wonder what network he's on—

"Jungkook?", Seokjin's voice rises from the ground floor, "Jungkook?!", he sounds annoyed. Now I can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Mr. Seokjin?", I hurry back along the corridor. Nevermind the Sir. It doesn't suit me.

"There you are!", he frowns slightly, "Kindly do not disappear to your room while on duty. I don't want to have to be calling you like that"

Rude.

"sure... Mr. Seokjin", I say.

As we arrive down in the hall my stomach flips over. 

Beyond Seokjin, I can see the Times lying on the table. It's open at the business pages and a headline reads //RE Innocent Elsa Snow hanged without due process of law!

My eyes run down the text as Seokjin starts rootling around in a huge white Chanel bag— but I can't see any mention of Hybe Labels.

Thank God for that. The PR department must have managed to keep a lid on the story.

"Where are my keys?", Seokjin sounds fretful, "Where are they?", he rummages more and more violently in his Chanel bag.

A black mascara goes flying through the air and lands at my feet, "Why do things disappear?", he's saying frustrated.

I pick up the mascara awkwardly, wondering why a man owns it and hand it to him.

"Do you remember where you lost them, Mr. Seokjin?"

"I didn't lose them", he inhales sharply, "They've been stolen. It's obvious. We'll have to change all the locks. Our identities will be taken", he clutches his head, "This is what these fraudsters do, you know. There was a huge article about it in the Mail—"

"Is this them?", I've suddenly noticed a Windshield mascot key fob glinting on the windowsill. I pick it up and hold out the bunch of keys.

"Yes!", Seokjin looks utterly amazed, "Yes, that's them! Jungkook, you're marvelous! How did you find them?"

"It was... no trouble", I shrug modestly.

"Well! I'm very impressed!", he gives me a significant look, "I will be telling Namjoon"

"um, sure", I say, trying to inject the right note of overwhelming butler gratitude into my voice, "Thank you"

"Namjoon and I will be going out in a minute", he continues, producing a scent spray and spritzing himself, "Kindly prepare a light sandwich lunch for one o'clock, and get on with the downstairs cleaning. We'll talk about dinner later", he swivels round, "I might tell you, we were both very impressed by your seared foie gras menu"

"Oh... um... good", I smile.

It's fine. I'll be long gone by dinnertime.

"Now", Seokjin pats his hair one final time, "Come in the drawing room, Jungkook"

I follow him into the room and over to the fireplace, "Before you start dusting in here", Seokjin says, "I wanted to show you the arrangement of the ornaments", he gestures to a row of china figurines on the mantelpiece.