𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

02

CHAPTER TWO

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"So tell me why'd you need to buy yourself a bottle of soju" I questioned popping open one of my bottles taking a snag from it, closing my eyes as the light mixture liquid made its way down my throat. He chuckled "Just stressful at work I guess, I never really get time for myself" He explained popping open his own bottle of soju. "Wait how old are you?" I asked as he gulped down the liquid "Twenty one, you?" He replied, two years age gap, that's fine you can marry a guy like that, wait shut the hell up, don't be weird I thought to myself. "Nineteen" I responded.

He nodded looking down at the table a small smile forming on his face "So why'd you feel the need to buy two bottles of soju" he questioned, I laughed. "Your gonna make fun of me" I explained, shaking his head in response "I would never" he playfully replied. "So basically I guess you can say I'm obsessed with playing video games, and recently I managed to beat the person with the highest level" I explained feeling the adrenaline run through me once again. Taking another drink from the bottle, soothing my excitement.

"What game?" He asked "It's-" I stopped mid sentence as his phone began ringing. "Sorry, I'm gonna have to answer this" he explained, I nodded ushering him off to answer the call. He soon came back with a look of disappointment shadowing his facial features "Hey I gotta run but here's my number, call me when you have time!" He exclaimed, tearing the upper half of a card and handing me the other half that contained his number. I smiled "I guess I'll be calling you everyday then, see you kook" I replied, he laughed before making his way in the opposite direction.

Walking home with both bottles in my hand made me look crazy, yes I'm well aware. But I didn't really care because he was on my mind, I chuckled to myself. I'm already attached and it hasn't even been a day of meeting, making my way down the street back to my apartment complex went soothingly as I paid no mind to the stars. I just walked down the street feeling the breeze blow through my hair sending it into a frenzy, but even then I didn't mind.
Walking up to my apartment and entering, changing and laying down all happened in a daze.

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The following day I placed all my dirty clothing into my washer, a stereo typical Sunday I might say. Not bothering to change out of my hoodie and shorts, I placed my hair in a bun, put on some slippers, retrieved my mailbox keys and headed downstairs to check the mail. Unlocking my box I reached my hand into the small space pulling out a small stack of mail, the first envelope being a fancy black one rimmed with a gold outlining and a familiar pair of dragons on the cover. Opening the letter my eyes bulged out of my sockets as the letter read

Dear fellow player,

We would like to congratulate you for your accomplishment of meeting top rank on the program, and for this we reward you with the task as the new worldwide and now established representative of our game Dragon Slayer. Welcome to the team! Be sure to meet us at the company address xxxx by later this evening at exactly 2 pm sharp. Don't be late, we hope to see you there!

Sincerely,
The Dragon Slayer Team

Feeling myself on the verge of fainting I leaned my body against the wall, I took a deep breath and calmed my senses. Well I can tell you that didn't last very long, "I don't even have fucking clothes!" I shouted, catching the attention of passersby. Quickly making my way upstairs stumbling on a couple of steps, I rushed into my closet pulling out anything that seemed even the slightest bit professional. Literally the only clothes that were professional haven't been worn in years, I tried them all but all of them were to fucking tight. Throwing clothes around the room until I came across a short sleeved button up that I used to use for school presentations.

I put it on, it felt a bit tight and clearly tightened around me that it outlined my breasts. Shaking my head I searched for something that would cover me, and to my avail I found a blazer. Not mine, it happened to belong to an ex boyfriend but that's besides the point because this was the only thing I had. having no bottoms to go with the outfit, but the blazer being long enough covering to a bit longer than my mid thigh. Doing the most logical thing for me I slipped on some black shorts that would be covered by the blazer and grabbed a belt wrapping it around the blazer and turning it into a dress kinda thing.

It turned out horrible, as you would've guessed. Left distraught , I grabbed my necessities, changing into jeans and a shirt before heading out. I got into my car driving to the mall, feeling anxious as ever as my hands began to slowly form sweat against my steering wheel. When I finally arrived I entered the shop seeing way more options than my own fucking closet has. At this point I didn't really give a fuck about how professional this turned out, as I strolled around the store picking out the things that caught my eye.I headed back to the car and placed the bag in the backseat, turning on the engine. I went back home in a hurry to get dressed as I was now left with an hour.

When I had finally reached my apartment I opened the bag pulling out the 3 things I ended up buying. I bought a white shirt, why? because I don't own a plain white shirt so why not. I quickly changed into the clothes, which came out way better than the previous outfit.

The white pleather jacket and shirt compliment the cute black professional shorts. "Ok now this..this is cute" I mumbled to myself running my hands down my curves. Pulling my hair out of its bun was a wild experience, racking my brush through all the tangles was even crazier.
I tried my best to straighten my hair as fast as I could, as I only had 35 minutes before I had to leave.

Leaving me with five minutes to spare after the hectic hair problem, I took this chance to do the last of everything. Slipping on my knee high boots and adding on some lip gloss, including placing in my plain diamond earrings. Which in reality were fake but that's besides the point. I left the house in a rush and soon enough I found myself in the waiting room of the luxurious company.

My heart was beating out of my chest and my breathing was not calm at all, I was nervous. "Miss. Seo, Mr.Jeon would like to see you now" standing up nervously I followed after her, she led me into the room leaving me alone with him. Diverting my attention towards Mr. Jeon, my nervous feeling vanished within thin air as I realized just who it was "Jungkook?"

A/N:

I hope you liking it so far and again, I'm sorry for not pulling through with my promise

Word Count: 1,235