"Mrs Music"

Chapter 8

I close the bedroom door and try to lock it..... he's not bursting in on me again!...... but there is no lock. I suppose it's not too strange, although I do feel anxious about this. Being able to lock myself in a room away from everything is a protective factor for me. It helps me feel safe, and let's me ride out a panic attack alone, and in my own time.

I look at the outfits on the bed. A full selection of outfits. Jeans, trousers, leggings, shorts and skirts, hoodies, shirts and blouses, t shirts, lots of gorgeous underwear sets, long and ankle length socks, and stockings too.

We're going to the hospital..... so I need something comfortable. Dressy is not required, so bye bye skirt and formal trousers.
I look out of the window and see it is now dusk, and it is September, so it could be cold outside, but will likely be hot in the hospital.
Ok, so comfortable black leggings to cover my legs from any chill outside, but light enough to stop me overheating in the waiting room at the hospital. A white Adidas T-shirt and a black hoodie too.
I select a simple white lace all in one bodysuit which is, as he said, my size. I take off the robe and drop it, then get dressed, putting on everything but the hoodie. None of this could fit me any better!

I cross to the dressing table and select some mousse for my hair, putting it in the roots of my hair only, and put some serum on the ends of my hair.
I plug in the hairdryer and using a diffuser I dry my naturally curly hair. I tip my head upside down and give it a ruffle and stand up. I straighten stray hairs into some kind of conformity, using some frizz control serum, then I pull it into a ponytail on my crown, secure it with a band and then twist it into a loose bun which I secure with Kirby grips. Why does he have these things, He has short hair!? A few tendrils escape at the sides of my head. Along with my fringe they frame my face nicely.
I put some moisturiser on my face, and use a cherry lip balm I find to give my lips a slightly fuller look.
I pick up the robe and go and hang it back up in the bathroom. I collect the hoodie I am going wear, pick up some white 'footsie" trainer socks, and pick up the box with the white fila disruptors inside, size 5! Perfect.
I have these trainers at home. They aren't to everyone's taste, but I love them, so chunky, and the most comfortable footwear ever!
I return to the lounge and smile at Yoongi. I do a 360 spin on the spot and stop to face him, doing a small curtesy and holding my arms out to the sides. I thank him for the clothes and ask whose they are, and how is it they are all my size. I sit on the sofa to put on the socks and trainers.

He looks impressed with my choices, nodding at me, then smiling he simply says,

"The clothes are yours Mackenzie. They are your size because I looked at the labels in the clothes you were wearing when you arrived here........... whilst I was taking them off of you." he adds cheekily. I blush. Oh yes..... I'd forgotten about that!
"Those are in the wardrobe in the bedroom by the way, all clean and fresh. Shall we go then" he says, holding out his arm for me and indicating the front door with a jerk of his head. I put on my hoodie and take his arm.

We leave the room and there's 'The wall', just standing outside the door. I gulp. This man is huge, a fully bald and enormous head sits on top of a gigantic body. He is not fat, but appears to be very muscular, as wide as i am tall, and he has not a single expression on his face. His redeeming feature are his kind looking eyes though,

"This is Jag-eun" says Yoongi with a smile.
Jag-eun rolls his eyes and looks at me. I smile at him and say Hi.

"My name is Min Kang-Dae" he says in the most feminine voice I have ever heard. Very reminiscent of Michael Jackson!
I cannot keep the shock from my face, and try my best not to laugh, covering my mouth with my hand and forcing a cough.
Yoongi giggles like a girl beside me and pulls on my arm, leading me down a corridor into a lift, pushing the 'B' for basement button.
The doors close and we start moving downward.

I let out a laugh like I haven't heard from my own body for a very long time, and Yoongi joins me.

"I was NOT expecting that tiny voice to come from that huge body" I say.
"I really shouldn't have laughed. I should go back and apologise to him. I hope I havent offended him or hurt his feelings, I was just thrown!"

"Jag-eun doesn't get offended" Yoongi offers. "Don't worry, it's all good"

"He said he was Called Min Kang-Dae. Why do you call him Jag-eun?" I ask.

"Min is his family name, what you in UK call surname. He is my cousin. His given name is Kang-Dae, but it doesn't suit him well. I gived him nickname, it is better" he says, waving his hand.

I find his slight grammatical error so cute!! 'Gived' instead of 'gave' Bless him!
"What does his nickname mean then?" I enquire.

The doors of the lift open onto a brightly lit parking garage.
Almost filling the double wide lift doorway is Kang-Dae/Jag-eun. How did he get down here so fast??!!!

"It means 'Tiny'" says Yoongi as he grabs my hand and steps forward to leave the lift.
Kang-Dae rolls his eyes again as he steps back to allow us out of the lift.

I again cannot contain the laughter.

We are now seated inside the most stunning car I have ever been in, and I've been in many luxury cars. Shaun is all about the show, so we always have the newest, most prestige vehicles at home, and he will only ever travel in a Rolls Royce when attending meetings and receptions. He is such a snob. Im sure he thinks he is Simon Cowell!!

Yoongi is in the drivers seat, me in the passenger seat.
I am putting on my seatbelt and hear the roar of the engine as Yoongi pushes the ignition button.

"Wow!! I love that engine roar" I say.

"You like cars?" he asks

"I do. This one is stunning! Aston Martin?" I question

He looks impressed "It is an Aston! It's a One-77. Of all the cars I own this one is my favourite, but with all the travel I do I don't get to drive it too often. This trip to the hospital is going to be exciting. It'll take about 15 minutes to get there, although we could probably make it in under 5 minutes in this car! Well, we could, if only there were no traffic lights, roundabouts, speed limits...... or other road users that is!"

I giggle and relax back in the most comfortable sports seat I have ever sat in and look out of the window, taking in the views of the city as we head to the hospital.