Autumn Angel | JHS ✔

.fifteen.

Security guards are everywhere. That's the first thing I notice. The moment I open the door, I can tell that the guards on the outside of the building are automatically keeping one eye on me to see if I was another crazy fan wanting to get a glimpse at the national treasures. 

Security guards are seriously everywhere. That's the second thing I notice. More guards than there are roaming outside line the walls inside the lobby. I feel like a hundred pairs of eyes are watching me as I walk up to the front desk. 

"Can I help you?" a woman stands up and asks. 

"I'm Lee Ga-eul? And I have this picture to show you." 

The woman takes my phone and glances over the picture of a random drawing Hoseok had found. She compares it with something on the screen of her monitor and nods. The woman hands me a card and I take it with two hands. 

"This card can only take you to your designated floor and is only valid through today." 

"Thank you," I respond. I walk into the elevator and press my number. 

A few seconds later, it opens up to a quiet floor. I step out of the elevator car and I look around, taking in my surroundings. It's decorated well. It doesn't shout arrogance, but there are enough clues to show that the company is very successful. I walk over to a small seating area, awkward and unsure of what to do. Hoseok said he would be waiting for me, but so far, he isn't anywhere in sight. I pull out my phone, feeling like people are judging the fact that I look clueless and lonely even though there wasn't anyone else in the area. A few minutes pass in boredom. 

"Ga-eul-ssi?" 

I look up, relieved that finally someone had acknowledged my presence. Looking down at me is an attractive young man with soft eyes and a warm smile. I stand up to bow and immediately feel extremely small due to his height. Of course, everyone tended to be taller than me, but I could tell that he was someone definitely on the larger side. I couldn't recognize him which meant that he wasn't part of the dance line, since they were the only ones I really kept track of due to their relevance to my job and passion. Maybe he wasn't even a part of the group. 

The young man bows back. "I've heard a lot about you." 

I grin. "Of course. I'm just so amazing, I'm a little hard to shut up about." I widen my eyes and slap a hand over my mouth. "I'm so sorry, that was completely instinctual and impulsive. I swear I'm not rude and cocky." 

The man just laughs. "No worries. I'm Kim Namjoon by the way. It's nice to finally meet the girl Hobi hasn't shut up about." 

I tilt my head. "He was probably just overly excited and made me seem cooler than I was." 

Namjoon raises an eyebrow at me. "Bold of you to keep assuming he's only said nice things." 

I tilt my head and stare up at him, the process causing a strain on my neck from having to bend it so far back. Still, I hold my gaze and don't back down. "Considering how I'm here, we're going to make an educated guess and assume that he has." 

Namjoon chuckles. "Nicely done. I can lead you to his studio. That's probably where he is now." 

I follow him down the hall and continue to turn my head from side to side, taking in everything. I probably wasn't appreciating this enough. 

"Considering our introduction, I think it would make sense for us to drop formalities since I have a feeling we're going to be seeing more of each other. How old are you? I want to make sure I address you properly." 

"Twenty-six," I answer. The event of last week pops into my mind and I shake my head. "Twenty-seven, actually. Since last week." I quicken my pace once I realize that I'm falling behind due to Namjoon's large strides. He notices as well and starts to slow down his speed. I smile at him in gratitude.