❝ Dreams & Dresses❞
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MY HEELS CLICKED AGAINST THE MARBLE floor as I walked towards the room, clutching on the folder tightly, I was told to come here, I heaved a deep breathe to calm my throbbing heart, looking at, I stared at the—Mr Jeon.

It was quite a surprise that the President of the company himself wanted to interview me, I didn't know why—but it didn't feel too good. I was suspicious, what could he possibly have for a non-experienced intern like me?

I brought my right hand up, knocking on the door lightly, upon hearing a swift—come in—I opened the door, walking in. My eyes didn't look up even once, it was weird and scary, not the room—but his aura.

I brought my eyes up to look at the man, sitting at the other end on the large, brown table in front of him, my eyes roamed around the files scattered on his table—intern files—not selected, not selected.

My eyes looked in horror as I looked at the register in front of him, names were written, and in front of them, in a line—rejected.

I gulped the tight knot in my throat, looking up at him, his eyes roamed around my eyes, as if examining me, what's wrong with him?—I thought to myself, feeling uncomfortable, I batted my lashes nervously.

"I-I'm the new intern." My voice stuttered, his gaze looked up at my eyes, as if asking—you even speak?—I bit my lips, gripping the folder even tighter. He reached up, moving his fingers, signalling me to hand my folder to him.

I quickly stepped up and handed the blue folder to him, my hands gripping onto each other tightly, I could feel the agony of my nails digging into my skin—even though they weren't that long and sharp. While he was busy looking at my file, I noticed how tired he looked—is he sick?—

Even though I had never met him in person, I heard a lot about him from here and there, even on signages—he was everywhere. But why is he looking so pale and uninterested? Am I that ugly.

I felt small and afraid, I wanted to go back to my father, I didn't want any job—I wanted my father's safety. He was dying on the hospital bed, why couldn't I do something for him? Why couldn't I tell him everything is fine?—that his daughter will save him?

He threw my folder on the table randomly, startling me. He stood up, walking up-to me with his hands in his pockets, I finally noticed his attire, he wore a black suit, but his eyes were tired and hair were messy—but he still looked good.

I quickly shoved my thoughts away, stepping back when he started coming too close, I flinched when I realised there was a glass window behind me, illuminating the streets of the city, I glanced back at the high scenary—and at him.

I quickly moved away, his eyes followed my moves, he stepped forward—"I have a better deal for you." He said, making me look up to look at him in confusion,—my brows knitted together, his eyes stared into mine with a weird look.

"Wh-What?" I asked him softly, my eyes falling to his lips when he suddenly—smirked?—I felt confused, what's with him giving weird expressions to a new intern.

With cautious steps, he stepped closer to him, holding my wrist when I tried to move away from him, he pulled me towards him, I winced lightly, freezing when he suddenly leant in, closer to my ear,

"Be my wife."

My eyes shot open. My breathing was fast and unsteady as I woke up, looking around the room, I realised that it was my husband's room, I looked down at my attire, I was still in my wedding dress, it explained a lot why my body was hurting.

I lightly groaned when I felt a striking pain in my head, holding it tightly, I got up, no one was in the room—except me, my brows knitted, I clutched my chest, my hands already shaking.

"It was a dream—just a dream." I consoled myself, wiping the sweat formed on my forehead, I heaved a deep breath, closing my eyes.

A knock on the door startled me again, I got up, walking to it. Upon opening the door, I found a woman, probably around my age, looking up at me, she eyed me from head to toe, her eyes looking bored. "Get ready for breakfast," She trailed off, looking at my wedding dress,

"Ma'am." When she finished her sentence, my eyebrows knotted deeply in confusion. "Wh-Who are you?" I asked her, trying to sound gentle, she looked at me again, with anger in her eyes,

"Jihee. Maid, you don't get it?" She asked, clenching her jaw—I was amused—I never realised that there could be maids and workers in Jungkook's house, I quickly nodded at her, "O-Okay." I muttered, rolling her eyes as she walked away.

I watched her walk away, she was obviously more beautiful than me, I felt even more awkward because of her attitude—how will I live here for six months?—why does every thought end with me wondering how will I survive?

I sighed, my eyes falling to the ground, I closed my eyes, already feeling tired with everything.

"U-uh." I flinched, looking up to see another woman, in around her thirties?—her eyes looked at me with nervousness, I raised my brows, "Yes?" I asked her softly.

"The dress.." She muttered, I looked at her in confusion, "Dress?" I repeated, she gulped. "The dress, you have to change." She said softly, "I'll take you." She said, I followed her closely, my legs hurting.

"Are you okay?" She asked, I looked up, smiling before I nodded. She seems nice—I thought, looking at her back with a smile, she paused, opening the door to another room, my eyes averted from her to the room, smile falling.

Dresses, dresses and dresses—it was a closet room, filled with different dresses. "What would you wear?" She asked, waiting for me to come in after her. I followed her in, horror in my eyes.

"Isn't this too much?" I asked her, looking around. She looked up at me with fear, "You don't like it?" She asked, her brows knitting together deeply. I quickly shook my head, "No, no. It just looks to expensive, I never wore these... Dresses."

She looked at me with amusement. "You're the first one to ever care about sir's money." I shot my head towards her—first? That means I'm not the only woman he's played with.—I bit my lips.

"You seem kind." She smiled lightly, tilting her head, I smiled back at her. "Thank you." I said, she grinned. "Don't worry about money, he himself said to buy all these, there's nothing wrong." Himself?

I nodded at her, "And—you have nothing else to change into too." I looked at her in confusion, "I don't think any of your things were brought here." She said.

Nothing? My books, frames, diary—nothing?

A wave of anger shoot in me, but I held it in, smiling as I nodded. "Alright, but where's—" She quickly answered,

"Don't think he's cheating. He went to office, he told me to tell you to have breakfast without him, don't have any not-wanted thoughts towards him, he's really trying to change."

I was quite shocked about how eager she was to prove Jungkook right, I chuckled. "Okay, I won't." I said.

She smiled back, "Okay," She nodded, turning to the ocean of dresses behind her, shining, casual and many more—for different occasions. They were all hanging line by line, I didn't really feel good about these services.

"Let's see what suits you best."