[COMPLETED]
"So I'm not fired?" I stupidly ask.
He pinches his chin and hums, his eyebrows furrowing dangerously. "Oh that's right... I could fire you for this, couldn't I?"
A nervous gag gets trapped in my throat as my body stiffens and fingernail...
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Rocking on the hammock with Jimin and just talking was more than enough to calm my nerves. He has a soothing voice and aura, I didn't want to leave.
When we re-enter the ballroom I catch the eyes of a few men, Jimin gets eyed by women as well. But the majority of guests are crowded around one man across the room. I can only see his back profile, but he's tall with a black suit and dark brunette locks.
"People are staring at us..." I whisper awkwardly.
"Because they think you're pretty."
"Me? You're getting more stares, it's you they like."
A small group of women in long sparkly gowns gossip by the wall, one of which looks over her shoulder at Jimin and grins before approaching us.
"Excuse me, is this you're wife?" She has an Australian accent that makes her makes her seem even fancier.
"Wife?" I distance my head, "No, I'm not his wife—"
"Oh well that's good. You're really handsome, will you spend time with us? My friends and I want to meet you." The girls wave from behind.
"Thank you but I—"
"Go," I whisper, "I know we just agreed to stick together but you deserve to meet some beautiful women. I don't want you to feel tied down to me all night."
"But what if you get lost?"
"I'll be fine Jimin, go, go mingle." I chuckle and push him forward. He looks back at me before the girl smiles and pulls his wrist. I'm sure Jimin will meet someone he likes tonight.
As I make my way through the ballroom alone I don't see anyone I recognise, so instead of standing awkwardly on my own I find myself idling by the live band playing on stage, the music. It's incredible how the fine tunes of a harp, violin, piano, flute, cello and saxophone can blend together to create such a smooth melody. The rhythm has me swaying my neck subtly.
I look over to my right. The man that everyone was crowded around when I came in is now gone—
"Boo."
"Gah!" I jump, Taehyung's chin hangs my shoulder, the wind of his breath knocking against my ear.
In the span of two seconds I'm speechless. He looks... like royalty. The combination of his dark bushy eyebrows with those bright contacts makes my jaw drop. His skin looks tanned, I literally can't take my eyes off him. He's upgraded so much from the hoodies and sweatpants he used to wear when we met. You'd never think this guy was the owner of a park cafe.
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