The maroon scarf around my neck only gave me the dull feeling that I shouldn't be out from the building yet since I have lot of things to do.
One is apologizing to Jungkook.
"Gah, it's so cold," I breathed out while rubbing my palms together to emit warmness.
It has been a week again since the last time I saw Jungkook and Jimin, most likely, their whole group. A staff told me that they were having their tour around the world so that's why the studio was awfully quiet these days.
I wish I could see more of their performances, I've always been busy locking myself up in my dad's room to compose and write. I never cared about those artist in our company since I'm not even involved to them, yet.
But, one time, I accidentally lost my way to my dad's studio and found myself listening to a piano which created such fluff in my heart. This green almond haired man was focused on what he's doing that he never noticed I was standing by the doorway.
That man was Min Yoongi.
"I don't think I like the idea of you moving to a different building away from me," Jimin frowned after hearing the news from some staff that I'll be assigned to another group of boys.
"I have no job, I need a job."
"Be my personal assistant."
"What the eff, Jimin?" I scowled, hitting his arm softly.
"Really, don't go anywhere. I'm gonna curse hyung for this!" he looks confused and frustrated at the same time, I really don't get him.
"There's one way so she can stay here, hyung."
Our heads both turned to the browned haired boy with some box of donuts on his hand, smiling genuinely at us.
"What..do you mean?" Jimin asked.
"She needs to marry me," he plainly said which made me choked on my own saliva.
"Oh," then Jimin sighed more in frustration, "you're the nephew of the CEO, I almost forgot."
My eyes grew wider in bewilderment, staring at them back and forth.
