Man in Black || myg

𝐗𝐕. 𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐲𝐞

Park Soomi

"Yoongi, which outfit is better?" I asked, standing in front of the pile of clothes on my bed with a black dress in one hand and a light peach blouse with dress pants in the other.

"Why're you asking me?"

"Because I need to make a perfect first impression. You know, something that says 'I'm reliable, hardworking, and would make an amazing producer for your company.'"

"Well, I'm not the right person to be asking for fashion advice."

"Ugh, okay, I'll go with the dress—"

"Wait, go with the blouse. The dress is too...frilly."

"Hmm, you're right," I mumbled to myself after examining the dress again. "Okay, outfit, check. Now I got five more hours to get ready—"

"Oh shit, your meeting with that producer is today, isn't it?" Yoongi asked.

"Yeah, why? What's the problem?"

"I have a check-in at the agency today. I'm heading out soon to review your dad's case, so I won't be able to accompany you," he explained. "Hoseok shouldn't have any important plans today, though. He's still in the house. I'll let him know to accompany you on my way out."

I nodded in response as he got up from his seat.

"Good luck today, Soomi." He was about to walk out of my room before stopping in his tracks, staring down at the pile of shoes I was still choosing from. He bent down to pick up a pair of black stilettos. "Wear these. They go well with your outfit."

"What happened to not being able to give fashion advice?" I called out to him. He didn't respond, walking out the room without sparing me another glance. I rolled my eyes playfully as I let out a laugh.

*

I stepped into the black stilettos Yoongi had picked out before taking one last look at myself in the mirror. After hours of preparation, I was finally ready.

I grabbed my things before leaving the room to find Hoseok. But as I continued searching, I found the house to be oddly quiet.

"Hoseok? You here?" I screamed out.

Nothing. That's strange.

I dialed Hoseok's number, bringing the phone to my ear. It continued ringing for awfully long.

"Come on, Hoseok, answer your damn phone or I swear to god—"

"Hey, sweetheart," he finally responded.

"Hoseok! Where the hell are you? You were just here a while ago! I have that meeting with the JYP producer, remember?"

"Meeting? Oh, right, that little thing. It slipped my mind—"

"Little thing? This is really important to me! What the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry, an emergency came up. It was urgent."

Is this seriously happening right now?

"Sorry? You're sorry? How could you not tell me you were leaving?"

"I had to leave as soon as I could. Plus, your room was locked, and I didn't want to bother you. I did leave a note on your door. You must've missed it."

I needed to leave now, with or without Hoseok.

"Ugh! Where are my freaking keys!" I shouted in frustration, rummaging through the random assortment of things in the drawer.