ＣＥＬＥＳＴＥ ⧪ The Unspoken Name [ 𝒐𝒏-𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 ]

C H 1 8 P T E R

C H E O N S A

You walked out of the room you're staying in at the moment, dressed in a white fitted crop top as an under shirt that is covered by the black and white checkered flannel which is buttoned up until just a button below your chest to hide the skin that is open to the naked eye, partnered with a black high waisted jean shorts as well as black ankle boots. A cross body bag hangs on your shoulder, some important things such as phone and cards placed inside. Saying that is was unusual of you to dress up like this is a fact. If it wasn't for the party that you would be attending to, you would have been dressed comfortably in a pair of denim jeans and a oversized shirt as a top. 

You just sighed, your footsteps heard clearly from the boots that you're wearing. Walking down the stairs, your eyes were on the phone as you checked the venue of the event for the second time, not really wanting to go to the wrong place in accident. 

"Dressed up? Going in a club or something?" You hear a voice ask. 

You almost forgot about it, but you have your hair down for mean time, knowing that you're more presentable if you have it freed from the bands you always use to tie it. 

"Going to the club? Who's going to the club?"

"I'm not going to the club. I'm reserving us a nice spot for the party later evening." You explain, now walking to the front door.

"Are you sure you're going to the party like that? I mean, don't get me wrong, you're pretty and all, but do you think that the guards will believe that you're our manager? Judging by your looks as well as your outfit, you look like a rich fan ready to attend her idol's concert." Taehyung mocks.

"Am I supposed to be offended or?"

"Yes please."

"Either way, I'm going to the party dressed like this and it's not your concern. Since when did you care about my clothes, in fact, since when did care about me." It sounded more of a statement rather than a question as it left your lips. Not even bothering to hear their reply, you were already walking out of the front door. 

You actually get what he was trying to say back there. You were wearing high waisted shorts. Actually, just forget about the high waist part, you were still wearing a short. A short for potatoes sake. Although, you were wearing shorts because you don't have any presentable enough kind of jeans that can fit for a party, you only have those denim or faded type of jeans that are either for the mall or a walk in the park kind of occasion. The guards or the staffs will still believe that you're a manager of an idol group, but seeing your outfit can cause a slight suspicion about your identity. Adding your looks, anyone would literally think that you're just a teenager. Which is, correct to be honest. You aren't saying that you are pretty, you just look young, exactly how your age is supposed to look like. Hopefully, the staffs wouldn't question you when you show your ID, it'll be such a bother to be suspected as a pretending fan or a crazy fansite. 

You open the door at the driver's seat of the car that the company let you use. Sitting inside, you open the GPS of the phone, connecting it as you fumble with the seatbelt. After doing it all, you start the engine, glancing at the path you're taking before driving off.