Lilly in the grey

Happy and bad news both?

5 months later,

Namjoon browsed through some files required for the impending meeting with SM. Hours later he would have some talks with the President of Korea himself and here he was, devastated in the mess of his office instead of polishing his appearance. Baekhyun entered his room, probably to scold him for the third time. 

"Namjoon, it's better you get ready now! I will look for it." The elder growled to the distressed younger who still scattered his things from the drawer and scanned every corner. 

"If you had kept it in the right place, you wouldn't have faced it. What have you done to your room?" 

"Samchon, I will get ready, don't worry." Namjoon wheezed, curling his brows. 

"When? Hyung is fuming down there!" 

Namjoon sighed in defeat, known of the force Baekhyun could hurl upon him. "Tt's a navy blue file with silver borders." 

"I will find it in a second. You better be quick." 

Namjoon hustled to his makeup and changed into formal apparel; a shiny black suit paired with a beige shirt inside. His sleek hair was pressed backwards in waves, light vividly reflected on the jet-black hair. 

In front of the pavilion, Bang seok roamed around the footpath, his nostrils flared out and red. Namjoon ran his way to him, bracing himself for a scowl he rightly deserved. 

"HOW MUCH LATE CAN YOU MAKE? YOU KNOW THE MEETING IS ABOUT TO START IN MINUTES!" 

"I am sorry." The younger murmured his apology, earning vicious glares from the senior. "Head inside, now!" Bang seok's tone softened yet a prickle of alarm tremored Namjoon. They slipped inside their tesla and advanced towards Yongsan, the presidential residence and office. Namjoon constantly crackled his knuckles, unsettled by the ice flushed in his blood. As a global star, he faced thousands of audiences, hollering and talking with them. But, this experience was initial for him and so did the tension rise anew. 

"Look, the president is quite cool and understanding. So, don't hesitate to object anything, okay?" Bang seok patted his shoulder. 

Namjoon nodded in silence and squeezed the elder's hand for comfort. Sweat beaded his forehead, slithering his cheeks. His mind reminisced the words Jisoo said yesterday.

"Maybe you have something best to come, Nam. I am sure of it." Jisoo cuddled his hands in hers, suffusing his icy skin with her warmth. 

"But, why call me? I wonder if it's for any campaign or promotion?" 

"Then, you would have gotten an official letter first instead of a meeting." 

"I just hope everything goes well, Soya." Namjoon neared his ears close to her baby bump, now in the 7th month of pregnancy. The little angel seemed to sense his affection as it stirred in response, flinching the mother in shock. "She is too ballistic, now." Jisoo ran a hand on her bump. "Perhaps she knows you're worried and wants to calm you." 

A smile stretched across his face, melting in the joy bubbling in him. 

They reached the enormous white building, towering above every building of the area. The air pulsated with power and luxury as they walked their way smoothly to the top floor. The passer-by faces greeted Bang seok with a a measured smile and showcased their marvel at meeting one of Korea's leading superstar. Namjoon clumsily folded in a less graceful incline f head and traded smiles. 

Lastly, they entered the office of the President, expecting the elite anytime to emerge. "This guy is loose. You can make him comply with by just putting in some tenderness." Bang seok whispered to Namjoon.