You met him, your savior.
Or was he, really?
This is a spin-off from Seokjin's character from the story "His Pet".
But you don't need to read that to understand this one.
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Mature audiences only (of age or mature enough to separate fiction from...
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"Ms. Joo, I'm sorry, but that is not where you should put the glass. The first drawer are solely for cold drinks." Cho, one of the helper in the household spoke to you in a small voice.
You halted from your doing, lifted up the glass in your hand, and compared it with the content of the first drawer that was slid open in front of you. Row of glasses were placed in standing position neatly within transparent acrylic divider, with uniform distance between each other.
"Well, I don't really see the difference...."
"I know Miss..but along the time you will be able to tell." She said to you while still continuing her task, arranging cutleries and various china inside the big kitchen cabinet.
"And besides, I don't think you are suppose to be here. Master Kim will not allow it."
"I'm super bored, Cho. I need something to do. Don't worry, if he doesn't like it, he will tell me. So far, he hasn't say anything."
You lifted up another glass, trying to figure out which drawer to put it, all of them looked almost the same. Maybe the height? Or some invisible dent? Why the hell someone needed different type of glass for different type of drinks? It was just glass, to drink liquid, the end result should be the same.
"I don't like it, you should stop hang about here , honey."
You spun around, turned your head to the source of the voice, where Seokjin stood near the door.
Wearing a silk modern hanbok in a mix of navy and white color with dark grey pants, he looked casual yet elegantly haughty. A style he always wore around the house, changing different colors everytime.
He smiled at you, but you could feel the coldness in his demeanor.
Watching him walked towards where you were standing, you had to fight the urge to step back away from him. There was always something unnerving about his whole being.
You glanced through the tail of your eyes, where you saw Cho's figure slightly bowed, retreated silently to exit from the kitchen through another door.
