ＣＥＬＥＳＴＥ ⧪ The Unspoken Name [ 𝒐𝒏-𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 ]

C H 9 P T E R

C H E O N S A 

You woke up and brought a hand up to rub your eyes. Now getting enough conscious, you realized that you slept again here in your office. It was almost normal to you to forgot that you have your own house. Yep, you totally forgot because of the mission thingy and since you're always thinking of a way for the boys to accept you. Your house is pretty near the company and yet you still managed to forgot about it. Wanting to take a shower, you decided that you'll just visit later.

Standing up from the chair, you stretch your limbs out with a groan, hand instantly rubbing the back of your neck as it hurts from your previous sleeping position. Walking to the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of your look at the mirror as you walk pass by it, making you stop your step, take a couple of steps back until your facing yourself.

Your hair was still the same yesterday, clothes also the same but the difference is that your hair is kind of messy while your clothes are wrinkled. Ruffling your hair, you grab some new clean set of clothes before walking in the shower. It's a good thing that your office is like a mini apartment. It has a bathroom and a bed. One bed though and a couch with TV. You feel like you can live here. But again, you have your own house.

After a few minutes, you walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. You just finished drying your hair, so you grab the band that lies on your desk. You combed your hair first before gathering it all in your fist, making sure that you're satisfied at how high or low your hair is, you grab the band and tie it on securely. Finishing your hair however, reminded you of how the boys treated you in the state you're in right now. It confuses you as to why they seem to hate all of your guts when you have your hair up but acts all so kind and stuff when you have it down. It can be that they find you attractive when you're hair is all down as such, but you don't really want to care about it at the moment. 

They're gonna have to deal with me anyway, either they hate or like me. You sigh.

You should be ready for Bangtan's glares and fooling around. You look at the time and saw that it's almost eight in the morning.

What time do they go to the practice room anyway? You suddenly thought.

The real question is: what time are they waking up? You thought again before shaking your head.

A sigh left your lips before you stand up. You found yourself already walking in the hallway and now standing in front of their room door. You were about to walk inside but to your surprise, its still locked! Good thing that you have a spare key. You opened the door then went in, opening the lights with a hand while the other closes the door behind you. You walk to the table to put your things. Walking to the middle with your phone, you started singing since you're bored. And no one is here so no one will hear you.

"Nareul saranghaneun beobeun eolyeobji anhayo
Jigeum moseub geudaelo nareul kkok anajuseyo
Uri najungeneun eotteohge doeljin mollado
Jeonghaejiji anhaseo geuge naneun johayo"

You sing with your eyes closed. You really like this song. You can't really relate to its message but somehow, its just as if you can feel what its trying to say. You open your eyes only to look straight at the mirror in front of you. Staring at your reflection for a couple of seconds, your face stayed blank. Your eyes trails down to your clothes, observing the plain white shirt tucked inside of the denim ripped shorts that you wear. Now eyeing your face, you close your eyes as you mentally face palm, realizing that you left your glasses in your office. Opening them again, you tilt your head to the side, looking at your sitting figure with a pout unconsciously forming.