"...you hold all my secrets and you are the one thing that can destroy me if you choose to." -Kim Seokjin
He spent his entire life doing what he was told to uphold the family name, but when one decision could make a lasting impression on his reputa...
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Seokjin said we were having lunch, but never did I imagine he meant at his apartment. Located in a luxurious, high-rise complex in Gangnam, surrounded by the beauty of this little notch of the city, is where my former boss lived. The minute I walked inside, I sensed Seokjin's aura all around.
From the white walls, the modern mahogany and white furniture, and even the decor on the wall. He seemed to like mirrors, I assume. Perhaps it's a vanity reason, not saying he his confidence denotes validation, because he most certainly is. The apartment was beautiful, but I expected nothing less.
"May I show you around?" He asked. I nodded with acceptance.
Three bedrooms, with one, converted into a grand office, a guest bedroom he allowed for his brother to stay when he's home and his own-a masculine suite, his bedroom, with a king-size bed centering the boudoir. A white duvet pulled back with navy blue bedding accented with red pillows gave the room a relaxing yet dominating feeling. I already filled my mind with sinful imagery, wondering how my skin would melt against it. I should be ashamed of myself, leaving church not over forty-five minutes ago, and I'm already having carnal thoughts of the man this bed belongs to. Someone should scrub my brain with holy water.
Seokjin concluded the tour with the TV room and the kitchen. He led me to the dining area and pulled out a chair for me. "Sit here." He directed. I bit down on my lip, accommodating to his command. I watched Seokjin pull ingredients from the fridge and turned on the stove. He's preparing lunch for us. I lowered my head in blush, thinking of this. "What?" He asked.
I lifted my gaze and shook my head. "Nothing. It's just; you're cooking."
Seokjin grinned. "I like to cook, River, and I am enjoying cooking for you." He stated.
My thoughts drifted back to my days at the cottage when he would bring me dinner from the main house. It was a sweet gesture then, and it's even sweeter now seeing him in action. I guess my prayers of his mask to fade more are being answered. This was always the Seokjin I enjoyed seeing. "Well, I would have to repay the sentiment someday. I feel as if you're spoiling me." I smiled.
Seokjin nodded, "if you think you must, but know I'm not expecting anything other than your company. Which I have at the moment, and I hope to have as long as you allow."
I think I stopped breathing again.
"River?" Seokjin called, darting me from my daze. I couldn't speak, but I smiled as I stared at him. "Do you eat steak?"
"Yeah." I lowered my head, embarrassed about my behavior today. I can't seem to keep it together. This sweetness from him is unusual, but it's what I've been wanting. The man preparing our lunch smiled as he continued his preparation.
"So, I-I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to speak with you after the funeral, but I was happy to see you," Seokjin spoke.
The funeral. For a minute, I forgot about the past event and the confrontation with his mother. Suddenly Miss Choi's warning whispered to me, but I'm already too late to heed to it. I'm in too deep now. "It's okay. I didn't expect to talk to you much, and I'm happy to see you now." This was a truth I admitted and smiled with sincerity.
