I slowly went closer to her face, the tip of our nose touching each other's. I could feel her breath, it's warm and it tickled my nose a bit.

"Do you really want me to kiss you?" She asks in a whisper.

"Oh princess, I don't ask."

I lean in as my lips touch hers. But her lips don't move, they stay. I stayed like that for a good ten seconds and then backed up, staring into her eyes.

"What did it do to you?" I ask, wanting the answer.

She stares at me with doe like eyes. Her cheeks are filled with a rose color.

"You can't just go around kissing people like that without feeling."

She says, now making me seem like the bad guy. I forgot she's drunk, and won't remember this anyways. I try changing the topic.

"Okay, take your hand out. I wanna see that from when you accidentally fell and scraped your hand."

I order, as I take a medical kit out from underneath the table. She does as I say so, but she's still quite dazed. I take off my blazer and pull up my sleeves a bit.

I open the kit to find some alcohol, and decided to dab that on the part where she scraped herself. I dabbed it on with a mini cloth, hoping whatever I do works.

She whimpers in pain a bit. But she's watching my every move carefully.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry princess. Just work with me."

I then take this lotion thingy out, and decided to place it on top since it said it would stop bleeding and heal the wound quickly.

I then took out a bandage and placed it on top of everything. I don't know what the hell I just did, but I'm praying it works.

The maiden comes in with a bit of water and some food, but I don't think the food would help.

I took the water bottle and gave her some to drink, I'm really surprised she hasn't thrown up yet.

After a while later, I carried her bridal style to her room. Carefully placing her and tucking her inside the sheets.

I never thought I would see her room, but I decided to do some exploring.

Her room has an aesthetic of it's own, gold and red again. It's quite large, and not many things are displayed. No pictures, books, nothing. But then again, what was I expecting?

I decided to leave and call it a day.

-

-Jihyo's point of view-

I wake up to find my hand with a bandage on top. What exactly did I do yesterday?

I got up slowly, looking around the room. Someone most likely helped me get home, but was it Taehyung?

I look at the clock next to me. Exactly 8:50 in the morning. It's a Monday today.

Wait, it's a Monday.

And it's 8:50 a.m.

"FUCK I'm late for work!"

I quickly rush to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth rapidly. I wash my face right after and brushed my hair.

I don't have time to glam up today so I'm just going to have to stick with my own natural makeup.

I hear a knock as I get out of the bathroom, "Come in!" I holler as the door opens as I see one of the maidens.

"Yes?" I ask, not wanting to waste time.

"I called in the office already saying you'll be coming in at 9:20 a.m. Take your time an don't rush anything."

She smiles politely, and I return the favour.

"Thank you, I knew I could trust you."

She leaves the door open as I walk over to head out and into the next room. My favorite makeup artist Natasha is there, she's one of my closest American friends.

"Hi Jihyo!" She says in a sweet tone,

"Natasha! I miss you! What are you doing here in Korea?"

She smiles, "I'm actually here for a vacation but I decided to pay you a visit today and glam you up."

"Thank you, but you didn't have to." She chuckled again.

"I know, but anything for Jihyo. Now sit, let's get you dressed up."

I sat and did as told, she starts with my hair giving it a nice straight look. She then starts curling it, and I forgot the last time I curled my hair.

Instead of completely curled it was more of a loose beach waves look which I loved. She then did my makeup a bit glowy, dewy, summer kissed.

For the outfit she choose a nice ripped jeans, but she said when pairing it with the right type of ripped and the right type of blouse, it can completely look like an office type of clothing.

Not that I have to dress up, the office is kinda free when it comes to clothing. I hate dress codes.

-

The minute I arrive to the place tons of people are already crowding me with things needed to be done for the event we are hosting.

"Mrs. Lee, we need to talk color-"

"Mrs. Lee, photogra-"

"How about we do-"

"Is this author com-"

I ignore all questions and simply move to my office so I can settle down first.

I sit down as they all crowd in front of my desk, it's starting to look like a press conference. They all slowly simmer down to whispers, and then no talking at all.

"One by one please."

"Mrs. Lee, I need color-"

"We all agreed on black and gold for the event. Please get the best of the best."

"How about paparazzi?"

"We won't let them in except for the ones I trust."

"And the authors, have they all confirmed?"

I nodded, "They've been all confirmed. What I don't see is bulletins done, forms completed, and where the event will be hosted. I thought we pay you for this."

They all stay quiet, like a little kid that has been yelled at.

"Get to work, if needed anything else please let me know."

I start touching papers and forms as they scramble out of the room. I soon get a call, wondering who it is.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Lee, I have a fine gentleman waiting for you. His name is Taehyung."

I laugh, "Mr. Shyun, stop teasing me with all these boy phone calls and calling them handsome. You've done it since I was fourteen."

I could feel his smile on the other line. "No Jihyo, this is real. His name is Kim Taehyung. Does you dad know of this?"

"Haha. Don't tell my dad anything, and please send him up."

"Alright."

I hang up. Almost everyone here is like family, those who have worked ten years or longer I mean. So I always feel like they replaced the mom and dad figure.

"Jihyo?"

I look over to see a young man with Secretary Min.

I get up to bow down, "Yes?"

"I've been ordered for this man to be introduced to you, from your dad."

"For?"

He coughs a bit, "Possibly your future husband."

-

A/N

...sorry.