Sun sank lower in the sky, the light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colors subdued in the fading light.
I was standing in front of a huge gate with my newborn suspicion in my head whether to go inside alone or not. I snugged my file that I was holding with my two arms, nipping the edge of the file, I hesitated to go inside.
"Please get in, ma'am. You have the permission to go in" The security guard welcomed me inside recognizing me as if someone has already told him beforehand about my arrival.
I made my way through the gate. The garden was stretched up in front of the house with beautifully planted trees. I tried knocking the door but then it opened wide enough with my slight touch, it wasn't locked. Everything here was waiting for my arrival.
There were many rooms, neatly parted on either side of the small corridor that was beside the hall. I remember jungkook mentioning about his studio. So, I kept searching for a room which looked more like studio and less like a bedroom.
I could sense their existence and resemblance in each room that I came across. Jin room was pretty clean and smelled like a florist stall. Namjoon was little messy yet well organized and a tint of manliness inundated in his room.
The third room I came across was pretty much the same like I heard about it in various blogs and videos. Small, Cute, wired up with electronics all over the place with the large screen placed over the table and a mini laptop beside it. A piano and microphone with pop filter were placed before the screen. Akracing gaming chair was lying at the center of the room. It was so obvious that I have reached 'The place', "The Golden Closet".
He wasn't there in the room so I started to touch and feel the things in the room. Everything in the room was screaming out loud to me that they were all have been touched and used by jungkook.
It's been almost twenty minutes that I was standing on my pointed heels, waiting for him. I thought to spend my time wisely by reading a book from the rack that was there beside the bunk bed which was on top of the computer table. It was so high that even my long heels couldn't help me reach it. I grabbed the nearest ottoman and stood on top of it.
I stretched my hand as far as I can but I was able to touch only the edge of the book. I kept swaying my hand up and down nearby that book trying to make it fall by my movement.
"What are you doing?" a loud orotund voice behind me sent a shiver down my spine which passed equally to my legs and arms. My so-called high heels lost its balance and my hands grabbed something from the rack for support and unfortunately, it was rack holder.
I flew in the air making the rack loose as I pulled out its holder from it. When I landed on the ground with a loud thud, not only the book I was looking for, a plenty of other interesting books landed on my head one by one. All I could do was sit there till the book fall ended over my head.
Just, Perfect.
I have sunken my head low with no mood to see him right now, at least not like this. A thick muscle-bounded hand was stretched in front of me to raise me up to my feet. I have adjusted my fake glasses, still looking down, held his hand and stood up to see his face.
Wow
He looked fucking flawless.
He was wearing a torn jeans paired up with a creamy peach jacket over a white printed t-shirt. His ear-piercing was breathtaking. I didn't feel ashamed staring at each and every detail of him that was in front of me, it was sensational indeed.
His soft glossy lips were intoxicatingly pretty that it took my mind to a sensual state, playing a short kiss scene in my head. I'm pretty sure that those plushy lips would taste like strawberry with the type of lipgloss shade that he had chosen.
"Ms.y/n, are you alright?" He tried to console me looking at my bewildered look on my face.
"I think you should sit down" saying that he gently pushed both of my shoulders down, making me sit on the ottoman. He must be thinking that I have lost my mind with those constant hits on my head, but that's not the case here, Mr.Jeon Jungkook.
I have lost my mind looking at your transcendent beauty.
"Let me get you a glass of water" He turned his back to make his way towards where ever the kitchen was.
"No" I exclaimed loud enough to startle him. I don't want him to go away.
"I'm fine, sir. I was just trying to grab a book since you weren't here." I said calmly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was at the balcony answering an important call and please don't call me, sir. You can call me jungkook." He said it with a thin smile.
"You have to sign some terms and conditions before becoming my personal stylist. Please take your time and read it thoroughly. Also, I know that you are a college student. We'll make sure to assign you less laborious work but you have to be with me during concerts and other shows. Don't worry about your college. We'll talk to them and sort it out so that there wouldn't be a problem for your attendance shortage or assignment submissions. You'll be given extra time to submit them but you can't take advantage of this deal and neglect your studies." Concerning about my studies and all, he sounded like my dad.
Just from the spot where he is standing his hands reached till the top of the bunk bed without even the need to move or bend. He was that tall. He took those terms and condition sheets and placed it on my lap. He immediately shifted his eyes away after placing it on my lap.
Being confused I looked down towards my lap. My 'DIY dress' malfunctioned and went more short by sitting on such lower seat. It wasn't' that low to reveal my panty but it was low enough to look indelicate. I tried to pull it down and crossed my legs. To make it less awkward I changed the mood by asking him to hande me a pen.
Taking the pen he gave me, I was ready to sign those sheets. I tried to read few words from the paper but I was unable to read it. Everything was blurry and doubled sometimes. I tried to adjust my fake glasses and blinked my eyes extensively to clear my eyes. I think my glasses were swapped with Emma's vision glasses.
"what you are wearing is interesting. I like your style." That was an unexpected compliment from him.
"Thank you. I have designed it by myself." I smiled and replied to him cheerfully.
"But I was expecting something less revealing when I said only formal clothing." His tone was serious as if he was scolding me for my misbehavior.
I tried to adjust my glasses and looked at him. He was looking blurry from my strained eyes. I couldn't see his expression properly through my glasses.
His words made me feel more conscious about my clothing. I didn't wear it on purpose to seduce him. I was having no other option.
"You can remove it if you are feeling uncomfortable." He said it abruptly with no sense of humor in it. He was dead serious about whatever he said.
Is he asking me to strip down my clothes?
