𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚

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Jennie's side:

J E N N I E's P. O. V.

We all nodded at each other before going our separate ways, and I walked myself towards Room Number 6, drawn to it by the gleaming golden numbers on its door.

I opened the door gently with the knob and stepped inside, the room instantly enveloped by the soothing scents of rose petals and jasmine, with a hint of fresh flowers.

The air felt lightly perfumed, and it was like stepping into a secret garden.

The room was spacious and well-furnished, as I looked around my attention was immediately drawn to the figure sitting on the couch, engrossed in typing on his laptop.

He was dressed casually in a white satin shirt, rolled up to his forearms, paired with fitted blue jeans that hugged his toned legs.

His broad shoulders and muscular arms were evident even through the loose-fitting clothing, speaking of his athletic physique.

Gosh! Ruby.

Why is he working here anyways? This is a private spa room with facilities like a sauna, and a steam room. Everything was perfect except for this idiot working here.

Dumb.

I couldn't quite see his face as his face was turning the other side. I coughed twice under my black mask with our group logo on it, trying to make some sign of my presence there.

As he turned towards me, the flicker of surprise crossing his eyes was obvious, his gaze briefly taking in my whole body.

He leaned back, casually crossing one ankle over his knee, the fabric of his shirt stretching slightly over his chest. He looked at my face for a long time.

"Good morning Sir!" I said, not interested at all in greeting.

A frown passed through his forehead as he stretched his left brow up looking at me.

"What's with that?" He asked me.

"What's with what?" I muttered, feeling a bit annoyed by the thought that he could be referring to my way of speaking.

His brow furrowing, he tilted his head slightly to one side, a curious look in his eyes.

"What's with the mask?"

Oh, shit. What should I do now?

I faked a casual tone, stating, "Ah, sir, I've been battling a little flu with this pesky climate change. Thought it would be wise to don a mask."

He nodded in response as he started typing on his laptop once more. Idiot.

I rolled my eyes at the dismissive he gave at me.

I won't stand this bastard any longer, I just know.

"Sir, I'm here for your massage," I said, trying to sound as humble as possible, even though I wasn't feeling it.

"Of course," the man responded, his eyes remaining glued to his screen as he continued typing away.

He gestured towards the opposite couch, "Have a seat. I'll be free in a moment."