It's Raining Handsome

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❝Roll out the red carpet. It's getting dramatic here.❞

—Haneul

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Haneul

The man finally let go of my hand when the lift doors dinged open.

"What's your name, pretty girl?" he asked, leaning against the reflective walls of the lift.

"Haneul, and you?" I mirrored his stance, the lilac dress I wore swished at my ankles.

"Park Jimin," he smirked, studying me.

"Park?" I knit my eyebrows together. "You're-"

The doors opened again just then, startling me, until I realised that they stopped on the 7th floor instead of the 11th. Three, tall, absolutely gorgeous men joined us.

"Hey, Jimin, did you find-" the tallest of the three men asked but paused when his eyes met mine.

His jaw dropped slightly, but he quickly collected himself.

"Yeah. I did," Jimin grinned at the man, sliding a little closer to me.

"Careful, Jimin, don't cram the lady's space," the man with broad shoulders playfully chided him.

"Hyung, don't worry. We know each other."

"Oh, That's rich! Jimin gets to have a girlfriend, but I have to stay in the office and finish up the remainder of his case?" the third man spoke up, his deep, velvety voice made my heart skip a beat.

He sounded so familiar!

"Stop your whining, Tannie!" the man with the broad shoulders smacked his arm. "Hello, princess," he flashed me with a warm smile.

"H-hello," I gave him a small wave then looked at my feet.

"Hyung! Look, now you made her shy!" the man with the velvet voice cooed.

I looked up at him, studying him more intently. His boyish, square shaped grin was attractive. But it also triggered a foggy memory. I tried to remember, but, it was difficult to recall the details.

Then, as if feeling sorry for me, the lift doors dinged open once more and the three men walked out-but not before the tallest winked at me.

"See you around beautiful," he flashed a dimpled smile at me then stepped out.

The doors closed and the lift seamlessly carried us upward.

"Don't mind them, Haneul. They're just being silly."

"You- you know them?" I squeaked without meaning to.

It's as if I'd forgotten how to speak.

A deep, gravelly sort of chuckle escaped Jimin. "Yeah, I know the brothers' Kim, alright," he smirked.

I didn't really want to unpack into his bad pun, so I remained silent. I liked the Brothers' Grimm stories, so I found it odd that he'd made such a horrible joke.

"Hmmm..." he hummed, a low rumble that ignited something in the pit of my stomach. "What are your plans for today?" Jimin asked after a few moments.

"Well, I- uhm, I have a meeting with someone and then I'm heading home. I have a few things I need to take care of."

"So, in short, nothing really world crumbling?" he teased.

"Isn't that the best plan ever?" I shot back, grinning sarcastically. "I want to go home and save the world in my sleep."

"Let me take you out for lunch?" Jimin sobered up.

"No thanks."

"Great! After your meeting, I'll come find you!" he grinned as if I'd said yes.

I was too startled to respond.

The doors finally opened to our floor, saving me from actually giving a response. I didn't waste any time bolting out of there. It was such a tiny space to be alone in with such a flirt.

I knew his intentions seemed honourable, but I really didn't feel sociable today.

The eleventh floor was void of colour, save for the wooden paneling on the walls that lined the open space and the grey carpeted floors. On either side of the elevators were floor to ceiling glass windows (which I noticed were erected from the ground floor up).

The view from this high up, however, was beautiful! In the distance, beyond the usual Seoul traffic and skyscrapers, I could see the ocean.

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" Jimin whispered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Yes," I smiled, clutching my heart.

For some inexplicable reason, it felt as if an echo of his touch still lingered. Heat crept up my cheeks while in the pit of my stomach a low flame seemed to grow larger and larger.

Why does he affect me like this?

I blinked away the thoughts that entered my mind, distracting myself with the office space around me. The only furniture on this floor was a single set of chairs around a round mahogany table a few meters away from the bank of elevators.

They didn't even have any plants! Shame on them!

"Haneul, come on," Jimin beckoned for me to follow him as he turned right. "Room 1107 is this way."

Silently, I followed him, taking note of his perfectly shaped behind. It turns out that Jimin wasn't just good looking, he also had perfectly toned muscles that opened a doorway in my mind.

I felt my cheeks heat up again at the sudden bout of thoughts that infiltrated my mind.

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"Good morning, Appa," I bowed slightly, then moved forward to hug the man as he stretched his arms open for a hug.

"Appa?" Jimin sounded mildly perplexed by my greeting.

I whipped my head around to him leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, like a snack.

Argh... Why is he so damn attractive?

He stood there rooted to the spot, his arms folded. I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him, stumped by the man's bold behaviour.

Suddenly, the urge to pull him by his stupid skinny, black tie and kiss him-no I meant to drag him out of this office-overcame me.

Good lord, please give me the strength to endure.

My mood lifted instantly as a trolley of goodies appeared behind Jimin, the attendant politely cleared their throat signalling that he was in the way.

He stepped aside, still looking mildly surprised. Naïve little me watched him with joy, thinking maybe he'd get the picture and scoot along to his own office, leaving me alone with Mr. Park and the food trolley.

However, I felt like a glass had shattered when Jimin walked into the office-rather than the opposite direction he was meant to actually be heading towards.

Is Jimin bad at directions? Did he need a map to his own office?

The staff member who had brought in the trolley had bowed himself out, as I squealed with happiness on the inside, now distracted by the food that I spied on the trolley, not wanting to seem too greedy.

However, to my dismay, my Appa had beckoned Jimin to sit beside me just as I was helping myself to the assortment of treats on the trolley!

Ignoring him, I sampled a small cupcake and almost cried tears of joy over how perfect it was.

Jimin looked over at me again, winking like we shared a secret.

Pssht... He's such a flirt!

I rolled my eyes and looked away, choosing food over looking at his idiotic grin as he tried to get my attention.

Then I remembered that he wanted to take me out after this!

Lord in heaven, save me!

"Haneul, I see you've met my nephew, Jimin."

Mr. Park was the family friend of my grandmother and my parents. So after they had died, he took me in as his adoptive daughter. In the five years I spent with him, not once have I heard about his family. So this was news to me.

"Nephew?" I coughed, trying not to choke on my tea.

"Yes, Jimin is the only son of my eldest brother, Park Yeon-joon. I'm sure I've mentioned him to you before," his kind smile broke my heart.

Even if he did tell me, I don't remember. Especially if it was when I first moved in with him and his wife, Malgeum.

She's a sweet woman, who immediately took to me, insisting I call her omma. At first, I didn't.

It was too soon and I was too numb from everything that had happened the week before they took me in. But as I spent time with her, it eventually became something I called her.

Omma-mum.

Malgeum and Mr. Park both knew they'd never replace my parents. But they were there for me at a critical time in my life.

Malgeum sat with me on the nights I was haunted by nightmares of my parents' deaths. She held me as I wept for hours on end. Never complaining.

Never harsh.

She was the kindest soul I knew, after my Halmoni and my parents.

And I will never forgive the person that took her away from us.

That's why I distanced myself from Mr. Park. I didn't want to cause him anymore pain. Even if he says it's not my fault.

I know it's because I was living with them. So I left shortly after her death, a few months ago.

"Haneul is the adopted daughter you told me about, Jageunappa?!" Jimin pouted looking away from his uncle and glanced at me. "She's really pretty to be my cousin."

"Considering the fact that I took her in after her eighteenth birthday, Jimin, she isn't legally related to you," Appa chuckled.

"Thank goodness," I mumbled under my breath.

"Yeah, thank the heavens!" Jimin smirked, winking at me.

"Well, I'm glad you think so because Haneul is going to be your future wife."

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