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a/n: double update hehehe :))

The Grand.

"Fire them." I snapped at Mr. Han, who had very politely come to report the incompatibility of a few corporates. I have been in such a snappy mood for the past three days.

Why?

Jungkook hasn't come back yet! Nor has Jinae!

A small counterpart was the fact that I couldn't admire his perfection...and Jinae would've him all by herself.

But, the biggest counterpart of this is that now the burden of two companies lie on me. I literally have 50 people barging into my office, giving God-knows-whatever reports they were asked (which anyways were all passed on to Jimin). But the problem here was Jimin himself had a lot to do with the field work.

To stop myself from erupting, I had proceeded to take my escape to 멋진. It meant Grand. For the entire room, treasured a vintage Grand Piano as they say of the nineteenth century. I had caught Yoongi once coming up here; that's when the secret was revealed. He had mentioned that only limited people knew about its existence, and Jungkook wanted it to be the same way. He, after much threatening and persuading from my side, secretly had my face ID registered so that I could enter in without disturbing the security.

But credits to my fate, Mr. Han managed to barge in just when I was about to exit.

"But isn't that unfai-" He started again.

"Fire. Them. Or get fired." I gritted through my teeth, totally at the tipping point of my patience.

"O-ohk." The thirty-five year old man sighed and went off.

Finally seeing him off, I briskly walk towards the elevator.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The door soundlessly opened, allowing me to enter in. The grand piano stood proudly in the left corner of the dimly lit room. The automated doors closed behind me without noise, thus leaving me inside the room alone. The room was dark, barely lit by the slit in between the curtains. It was difficult to see through the things around. I blinked my eyes rapidly, so as to adjust with the lighting.

I made my way to the piano, making sure  not to make any sound.

I took my time, taking in the beautiful instrument in front of me. It was old, exactly like that from the Victorian era. Overwhelming with curiousity, my hands moved by themselves, softly caressing the antique in front of me. The surface had a wooden texture, with a lot of bumps and depressions, proving how old it was. It didn't have even the slightest speck of dust on it.

As I was about to sit on the chair, a low whimper caught my attention. I frowned and looked around trying to make out the origin of the sound. Thinking it to be a misunderstanding, I let it go.

But not a second later, another sob came out. This time, I was sure it wasn't any illusion. I walked around the piano, onto the other side. It was dark and quite difficult to see things clearly. I had a feeling the sound came in from here.

"Is anyone there?" I whispered. The sobbing stopped. The room was silent again. I looked around in confusion, trying to figure out the person in here. I couldn't see any silhouette too, giving me creeps.

"Hey..." I tried again, this time whispering out a bit louder. Again, there was no response. I narrowed my eyes for clearer vision, but nothing or no one came into my view.

"Is an- hmph-" My mouth was closed in by a large hand, and my arms are locked in behind me by the other hand. I tried wriggling out of the metal-strong grip, but was soon pulled into rock-hard chest. I felt the hot, tingly breath of that person on the side of my face; the cologne clearly suggesting that the person was male. I pushed him again, but this time, his hands came down to rest on my waist, holding me steady against his torso.