[ chapter eight ]

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You wake up to the smell of delicious food being cooked, and you know it can't be Jungkook because, well, he always gets his 'mother' to cook. But, there's an amazing smell and it just can't be Jungkook, no offence, but it just can't. Since you were so confused, you decided to crawl out've bed and follow the smell, which lead you to the answer. A tall, broad-shouldered man was stood in your kitchen, laying your table and placing the appetising food he prepared on the table. Not too mention, Jungkook was sat at the table, scrolling through his phone.

"Oh, morning." Said the tall man, also known as Jin.

"I asked mum to come and cook breakfast." Jungkook smiles as a thousand beeps are heard, the kind of beep that comes from your phone when it gets a notification.

"Thank you, Jin." You smiled as you grabbed your charging phone from the countertop and then sat at the table. You quickly munched your food, making sure to saviour the unforgettable taste. It was quite a talent Jin had for making yummy food.

"Delicious, Jin, as usual. I really enjoyed it." You say back in your chair and patted your full stomach, "That's gonna keep me going all day. Thank you."

Then you remembered your phone that was beeping earlier, you picked it up and turned it on, only to see a thousand notifications for an app you had called 'Instagram'. It said you had many pictures liked by Jungkook. You looked up at Jungkook with a toothy grin. He looked back at you with a confused face. To remind him of his actions you pointed to your phone, suddenly he smirked at you.

"Scroll down." He smirked.

You looked down at your phone and scrolled down your notifications. Noticing the first notification was a message, you read it. It was from 12 minutes ago. It said,

[Jungkook]: Arent you going to be late for your new job, your leaving in 30 minutes right?

"OH MY GOD!" You screeched hurriedly getting up from your chair and rushing to your room to get dressed, as you did you heard cheeky giggles from the kitchen, assuming Jin and Jungkook were laughing at you.

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You were running down the streets of Seoul, wearing the outfit you'd chosen back at the house. By the way, it was //choose from media above//, just incase. You needed a bit of colour to boost your confidence a little bit, and your chance of good first impressions. First impressions mattered a lot. To you atleast. Also, colour made you happy, and since the job was asking for fashion stylist you wanted to show off your skill of making colourful outfits look sophisticated but also fun. It was a passion of yours. One that you hugged to your heart dearly.

You checked the time on your phone, just to make sure you weren't going to be that late. There was about two minutes. Oh god, two minutes, you had to get yor Usain Bolt on or, you can guess. A big telling off was in for you, and everyone hates getting told off by their boss. It's scary. Right? Anyway, the big building your new job was at was coming into sight. It was pretty easier to detect what building it was. I mean, it said 'SM ENTERTAINMENT' on it. It's not that hard to miss.

"Excuse me Miss," said a voice, "Could I get through?"

You didn't realise you were stood in the way of someone's path. It was pretty busy and not many pathways were able to be reached, you were lucky yourself that you managed to find one.

"Oh, um yes, m-mianhabnida." You replied right before your jaw fell open, exposing everything inside your mouth; including a cheeky peice of gum.

"Susan Boyle?" Asked the man stood infront of you.

It was easy to detect that your face was pretty quickly flushing a deep red, your forehead and cheeks were burning up. You could feel it from under your skin. Irritating and embarrassing were two words to describe you at this moment.

"I guess you could say that." You managed to say.

The man giggled.

"Is something funny?"

"No. Your just really silly. I like it, I like you. By the way, why are you so dressed up?" The man asked.

"Oh, um, im going to be fashionably late for my new job." You reply.

"What job? May I ask." He says.

"A fashion stylist." You say back to him.

"I'm Chanyeol, Park Chanyeol," he puts his hand out to greet you, "I hope we'll meet later on."

You shake his hand. That's his name, I remember now! you say to yourself, as you shake his hand.

He disappears into the direction of the building your heading to. Quickly you snap into reality when someone knocks into you, you continue running hoping you won't be late. But time will tell. If you have any left.

Beeepppp!!!

Now your phone is going off, luckily it's just a text message. Well, looks like it'll have to be read later. Mysteries will be discovered soon. Hopefully.

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Late? What are you talking about? Fashionably late is the correct term thank you very much. That is until you fashion is rejected. But; 'reject rejection, accept acception.' right? Meh. Anyway, right now your sat opposite your 'clients' I guess you could say. Breathing very heavily but staying stood upright. Just because it's gonna make you breath heavy for less. Since it gets more air into your lungs than relying on your knees.

"Who's first?" You ask, your voice getting a tiny bit higher as you move down the sentence.

"Me!" A tanned man raises his hand enthusiastically.

"Okie-dokie!" You reply happily. Not everyone was facing you. A few people already had stylists. Some were having their hair and make up done. Then about four were asking for your help.

You and the guy walk towards a meduimly-large room, full of clothes. The amount of clothes amazes you. Not only that but the different, risky outfits are seen too. It's hard to think guys like these wear such things. But there is also, simple yet edgy outfits that you can tell they all rock. You know they rock it, you were at their concert taking mental notes of their style.

"May I ask what you need the clothes for?" You ask as politely as possible.

"Just for a shoot." The man says.

"So, you'd need a few outfits I take it." You raise a brow, even though he can't see because he's admiring the multiple clothes.

"Nope, we only shoot in one outfit. Only on some occasions we have more than one." He giggles at your loss of education, on EXO that is.

"Okay, oh look," you notice a rack with suggestions of outfits and styles on it, "this is our choices huh?"

"Yep, you found it." He smiles at you.

Both of you admire the different outfits and clothes on the rack. Some are just tops, some are just trousers and some are completed outfit ideas.

"What is the shoot for?" You question as you look through the different fabrics and materials.

"Just an update so there are more pictures of us on the interwebs. Oh and a peice of advice, I'm the first to get my styled." He advises you.

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you. By the way, I'm [______]." You smile and put your hand out for the man to shake, he accepts and shakes your hand.

"I'm Kai, but my actual name is Kim Jong In." He smiles cutely.

[KAI'S POV]

As she scans through the items of clothing I just admire her, not stare at her, that's weird. I just look up at her now and then. Noticing little things. Like how she bites her lip and tucks her hair behind her ear when she's thinks really hard, things she probably hasn't noticed herself. It's kind of cute actually. I like it. I like her. She seems nice and sweet. Makes me want to get to know her a little more. So I do, I ask her a few questions. Simple ones that do matter.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"[favourite colour]."

"Favourite book?"

"[favourite book]."

"Your style?"

"Edgy but a little cute. Like this I guess, pastels with blazers and jewellery. Stuff that are very different but paired quite nicely." She states, going into very important detail.

"Interesting. One last question, you single or taken?" He head snaps towards me and I smirk mischievously, trying to make her not so serious.

"I'm actually taken. Surprisingly." She giggles.

"What do you mean surprisingly?" I ask her low self-esteem.

"No reason I guess, just surprising." She answers.

"It's not surprising, you seem very different and fun. You'd be a cool girlfriend, let's be friends." I chuckle.

"I'd like that, although, I don't think that's how friendship works." She grins.

"How then?" I pout,

"Come on! You have eleven guys out there, tell me you didn't ask them to be your friends like that." She continues.

"Fine then, tell me how you makes friends." I cross my arms, challenging her to a childish battle.

"I guess you just get to know them, then as soon as trust grows, your friends. It's not something you state. It's just happens." She says.

"Then let me try again. We'll get to know each other, and we'll grow trust by... going to the theme park together!" I jump up.

"I guess, but just as friends, professional of course." She says putting on a serious face.

"For sure, let me get your number, please." I ask, getting out my phone.

[YOUR POV]

You get out your phone to give Kai your number, as soon as you turn it on you notice you got a message from Jungkook. It was from earlier when you were going to work.

"Hold on one minute, I have a message." You say with a slightly sad face.

You open up your messaging app and head straight for yor conversation with Jungkook, your eyes are filled with complete sadness as you read the message.

[Jungkook]: Jimin is slowly crawling into my pants. And my heart. Baby girl, you know I'm young and still don't fully understand everything. Please, let's have a break. I'll come back, no guarantees with something you want to hear. I love you, girl! <3333333

"Um.... yeah, my number, it's [_____ _______]." You quickly blurt out, hoping you don't have to repeat yourself. Your eyes are slowly gathering tears and your voice is going to crack the next moment you speak. That can't happen because it'll break the wall that stops the river gushing everywhere.

"Got it." Kai says digging his em low into his side as his hand is in a fist, he then looks up at you to give you a cute smile. That is until he notices your quivering bottom lip and water soaked eyes, "Everything okay, [______]?"

"Mhmm." You hum, trying to minimalise your speech.

"Let's get this over with, huh?" He pokes out his bottom lip to show sympathy.

"Mhmm." You hum once again.

He opens up his arms and requests a hug, you accept his request and hug him. Snuggling your head into his neck, smelling his expensive cologne and taking note of his bones and muscles that are visible through his skin.

"Remember when you asked me if I was single or taken?" You stumble over your words.

"Yes." He replies.

"Yeah, I'm not taken anymore." You say.

Kai nods his head to show he acknowledges what you just said, he also realises the reason you started to cry. He doesn't feel any hatrid to the man that left you this way, but he certainly has a bone to pick. This time it's not a chicken bone.

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A/N: Oh my god, this is the longest chapter I've ever written. It's taken me two hours and had over 2000 words my eyes are like 'NUUUUU YOUR PHONE IS LIESSSSSS' so yeah.