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#4

it's been over six months since hyungie called me his. we've changed since then, but i don't know what we really are. he always flirts with me, makes me feel flustered and bothered, but the next second he disappears for weeks, leaves me on seen or leaves me feeling like a loser. i'd have told him to stop doing this to me, stop hurting me and fixing me like a routine over and over, but

he's addicting.

he's enticing.

i will always want more.

-what have i become?

-what have we become?

i'm over namjoon and what happened, it's long gone and behind me, and it wouldn't have been so if it weren't for him. i've gained more confidence in myself now, i go out more, dress up more often and take good care of myself.

-how can someone living miles away change me so much?

-how is he so good for me and yet so bad?

a ring on my door makes me set down my notebook and shove my thoughts aside to see who it was. as i approached, i heard namjoon's familiar conversational voice and unconsciously smiled. who was he talking to?

i opened up and allowed namjoon in, expecting him to be on an important phone call. instead, he moves aside to reveal, alarmingly, a whole new person.

"hey. this is jungkook."

i lookout him up and down, alarm evident in my eyes. i'm not used to strangers coming into my house without warning. the guy, jungkook, waved an uncertain 'hi' at me, sporting an awkward smile.

he looks familiar. i've seen him before.

where, where, where-

"uhh, yoonra right? i remember you. we were in the same school as kids,"

familiarity washes over me, but my deja vu upon seeing him does not. i'd seen him somewhere else, in an article or something-

"hello??"

i snap back to namjoon waving in my face. i'd been so lost in thought i hadn't spoken a word.

"ah, sorry, i just woke up," i lie smoothly. "come in, both of you,"

they walk in, allowing me to get a closer look at jungkook. his dressing was... wow. perfect, something i'd totally wear for a photoshoot.

photoshoot... ?

"so, jungkook," i begin. "i remember you as a kid, and you look nothing like how you do now. why do i feel like i've seen you somewhere before?"

namjoon answers for jungkook. "he's jeon kun-hee's son - the new manager for pink by victoria's secret,"

namjoon, knowing me, anticipates my reaction. everything i own - every. single. thing. - was from pink, from my shirts to my water bottles to my lip balms and flip flops. i have an obsession with the brand, and  those who know me well are aware of this.

my face lights up. "jeon jungkook, yes! i read about you in an article somewhere - aren't you a bit young to go about assisting you dad like that?"

no wonder his clothing was so good. he was the son of one of the directors of a multinational company! in the article i'd read, jungkook was helping his father start a new venture for the pink line from victoria's secret. there were victoria's secret models, victoria's secret angels as well, but ever since him and his dad joined the board of directors, there will soon be models for pink as well. the phenomena was a hot topic in the fashion industry for a while. victoria's secret angels were the world's top models - what will the pink models be like?

he scratches his neck bashfully. "i only give him ideas, not anything big,"

i look at him in awe. my eyes turn to namjoon, who is grinning like an idiot.

"so i was wondering the other day- actually, jungkook, do you want to explain?"

jungkook smiles. "lately, i've been going around to see people that would be fit to become models for the brand. we want to have a sort of 'team' or a group of girls that can model our clothes and be the faces of the company. i've been in contact with namjoon lately and he told me he knew someone that would be fit to this role exactly, and i asked him to help me find her urgently, and, well, here we are,"

i blink.

me?

"yes, you," namjoon says. did i say that out loud?

what? why me? what?

icannotprocessthis.

"so you're saying i'm listed? to be a model? for pink by victoria's secret?"

"possibly," namjoon says slowly.

i look over at jungkook. he's studying my face carefully, the beginning of a grin settling on his lips. he knows i'm shocked, he knows i'm incredibly shocked, he knows i want to do this, he knows i feel like i might fuck it up.

he knows.

"well, that's that, then," he says abruptly, standing up from the sofa with a tone of finality. "you'll be waiting for us to get in contact with you then?"

"y-yes,"

he begins to stride towards the door. "great, then, i'll see you-''

"wait!" i blurt. what am i doing?

he turns around as if he was almost expecting me to say that. "yes?"

"so what am i supposed to do to get in? is there a criteria i should follow?"

"there will be a bunch of tests conducted upon you to see if the girls we have picked are capable of being models or not,"

this silences me, but stirs up a maelstrom of new questions in my head. what kind of tests?
"ah, okay then. thank you,"

he smiles like he knows something i don't. "no problem, kim yoonra,"

and with that, he leaves.

(Hellooooooooo hellohellohellooo I'm sososooso sorry for not updating, i really couldnt manage my time well and I'm so sorry fdkjbs I'm such a bad author kmS
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