"Well.. it's most certainly not normal that you are seeing things, but we got to get to work," Mr.Kim said as he was rushing down the lobby passing folders and papers to his assistants. I was following him, almost tripping at the pace he was walking.

"Mr.Kim, I swear It was real and I was not seeing things!" I exclaimed almost out of breath.

We reached the elevator and he stopped.

"Okay. Tell me more when we get to my office."

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I tapped my foot impatiently waiting for the guard to fucking open the door so I can tell Taehyung about how creepy my second day at this company was.

If he doesn't figure out who's creeping in my apartment, I won't tolerate this shit.

"How much longer?" I asked the guard dude.

He sighed yet again, because of my pure annoying personality. "Soon, mis."

Just as he said that, the door to his office opened and a really messy haired woman with smudged lipstick walked out.

I rolled my eyes and immediately bust my shit inside.

"Mr.Kim."

He was fixing his suit, and looked up at me. I already had a vivid picture in my occipital lobe about the situation.

"The man that was in my room. I swear I was not seeing things!" I walked all the way up to him, my voice creating the echo in the room once again, because it was just so spacious.

He looked down at his suit one more time to button the last button on the bottom, before averting his attention to me.

"You are a very persistent woman...uh... what was your name again?"

"Y/N."

He walked a step closer to me, and crossed his arms. "So what was that 'man' like... Y/N?" He almost questioned me in a mockingly way.

"He called himself, 'Satan', " then I paused to realize, "Or I called him Satan? But why? I don't know. I don't know what happened there, and how he got inside my apartment, but please fix your security system."

He giggled.

I was almost about to slap his cocky ass face, but he was just so sexy and I would rather kiss it at the moment.

"What did he look like?" he questioned once again, as if to pretend he actually cared.

I was sort of checking him out as he was speaking with that deep voice, and I did see a hickey and red (lipstick?) smudges on his neck.

"He was blonde... sort of, " my eyes went down to his legs, "and kind of.. shorter than you," then I went up his body, "and his eyes were red.... his lips too..." I stopped at his neck.

Mr. Kim's neck.

I knew something was off here. I thought it was lipstick..

"He was really hot, Mr. Kim..." My voice was quieter... I was leaning towards Taehyung.

He chuckled, "Oh you probably saw Min Yoongi. One of my team leaders."

I leaned so close to him, I grabbed his neck..

Then I ran my finger across the hickey, and when I faced my thumb I had proven to myself exactly what I subconsciously thought earlier.

"What are you-" he was questioning me, but I cut him off.

"Mr. Kim, "I sort of let out a breath of a giggle, "that's blood on your neck."

He grabbed my wrist really fast, and furrowed his sight to a way much more darker one when I glanced at him with a smirk on my face.

"I knew the girl's lipstick was way too lighter to be this exact consistency, " I leaned forward, "Mr. Kim." I whispered.

He let out a deep breath, and then a strange smirk formed on his face right after the worry he had in his expression a few seconds back.

"Amazing. You are absolutely amazing!" He dropped my wrist.

I was confused at this point. He went around his desk and sat on his big ass chair.

He still seemed quite nervous, but quite confusing as well.

"You have such amazing skills to notice such little details! I know what team to put you in now. Amazing. Spectacular," he talked and talked but I felt so off.

The vibe he gave me in that moment was way too different than the vibe he gave me before this situation as if I had triggered something in him that made him put on such a facade.

"Really?" was all I could word.

I was trying to figure out the truth by his movements, and body actions, but I was honestly just in a loss.

"Yes! I will call you in 2 hours to come back down! You are free to go now, Y/N." He pointed at the door.

"Okay. And also, introduce me to Min Yoongi, sir," I giggled and pointed at him.

"Alright I will," he replied.

I smiled, and bowed a bit before I left but I knew he was not just testing me.

I knew he was hiding something, and I was only on the edge of exposing it.

But I'll make sure to find out what exactly that blood on his neck came from, and why was there a man in my bedroom.

Because I am simply just not that naive, and stupid. From years of experience with putting people on my little pinky and spinning them around like a ring before it flies off, and breaks on the ground..