𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 • 𝑘𝑛𝑗

one

"kim namjoon, ceo of arce, has been caught in yet another scandal. choi heejin stated that on the fifth at approximately 10 pm she was-"

you picked up the remote and immediately shut the tv off, not wanting to hear more about him.

"always another scandal. never really never gets tired of this, huh."

you took your purse that was lying on the dinner table, making sure that you had everything you needed to set off to work.

"notebook, tissues, lip balm, laptop-" you got startled by the sound of your phone ringing through your ears. walking over to the table, you see that it's namjoon - you only call him that because he's told you many times to drop the formalities - and let out a deep sigh before swiping right to accept the call.

"rayeon, i need you to make your way to the building right now. i have something important to discuss."

"ah, yes i was just about to leave, but i won't be there anytime soon, i need to take the train so it'll take me about-"

"no. forget it." stop cutting me off, you thought to yourself.

"sorry?"

"i'm coming to pick you up. stay there. i'll be there in ten minutes."

"no! no, you really don't have to. i can come on my - and he cut the call. if he's going to act nice at least keep up the act for a good few minutes before dropping it."

you decided to go to your room and fix up your hair a bit more. usually in the morning it wasn't at its best, but as the day continued it would become more and more presentable, and on a regular working day you wouldn't have to talk to namjoon until your last working - just to discuss any new information you have attained. but today, he was going to be the first person you'd see, so it was a must to make yourself look presentable.

you decided to tie your hair into a french braid, and then applied some hairspray. after letting it out, your newly-made wavy strands of hair settled down just below your shoulder, which slightly hid your white blouse.

as you were further setting your hair, you heard the doorbell ring. it wasn't too hard to hear it actually, your house only had one floor, and it consisted of one master bedroom with an en-suite, a smaller bedroom - which is now your office - a large kitchen, a living room which was decorated with various different paintings and bookshelves, and another bathroom. it wasn't something too big, but it was still spacious, and you liked it this way.

you rushed to the front door and opened it, the figure standing in front of you making you take in a deep breath.

there he was. kim namjoon, standing in front of you dressed in a plain black turtleneck and black slacks. his platinum-dyed, almost silver hair was swept onto one side, giving off a tousled yet professional look. his black wool-blend coat was undone, and he had his hands in the pockets of his trousers. 

you were reminded of the first time you started this job. the first time you saw namjoon. the first time you fell in love. 

"rayeon?" you look up, snapped out of your trance and look up at the voice, blinking away your tears that had started to prick your eyes. why am i crying?  you asked yourself.

"i just need to go grab my bag. i'll be right back!" you rushed back into your house, grabbed your bag and put on your heels, and after almost tripping over your doormat, you closed the door and walked over to namjoon's car. 

"there's no driver?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion, and looked at him.

"no. i'm driving. get in the passenger seat." he replied, hurriedly.

after you both were set in the car, he sped off. you didn't say a thing to each other, and you two weren't doing anything either. you were just sitting there, staring out at the window. it was late september, and autumn was making sure that its entry was seen by everyone. it was raining heavily, and you had stupidly told yourself that the weather would be fine today, so you didn't bring a coat or an umbrella. you noticed that the route namjoon was taken was not the route to the office, and it was actually the way to his house. why are we going to his house?

"namjoon, why are we going to your house?" you asked him nervously.

"i need to talk to you. i took the day off for me and for you so don't worry." his face didn't show any emotion, and you were even more worried now.

"o-ok."