HER

PT. 4 YOU

Jimin's friends were not half as beautiful and stylish as he and Yoongi.

Nope.

They were JUST AS FREAKING BEAUTIFUL AND STYLISH.

The first people I met in that expensive loft he called a home, was a gorgeous man with gelled back blue-silver hair, tanned skin and dark brown eyes. He was very tall, with a beautiful smile that showed the most adorable dimples. He was dressed in a black sweater tucked into fitted dark grey slacks, looking like he should be on the cover of some sexy rich men's magazine.
Unfortunately for my heart, he had a gorgeous woman he called his girlfriend.
She was American as well, which was a pleasant surprise for me. She had the most beautiful dark skin, slim with a dark afro blow out. She was dressed fashionably as well, with a pale pink jumpsuit that I don't believe I could pull off in any world.
They both greeted me warmly, introducing themselves as Namjoon and Kia.
Kia was excited to meet another American. She was much better at Korean than I was, and in English too, for that matter.
Her parents had moved there when she was young but frequented back to the U.S to her hometown Nashville, Tennessee.
Apparently she was some sort of heiress to a huge music producer and Namjoon had worked with her father writing songs for major artists, which was how they met.
She taught philosophy with her doctorate at various universities, and they had bonded over their discussions over intelligent topics that I would never be able to fathom.

How unbearably romantic.

Yoongi waved hello, and Jimin shouted to unseen people that I had arrived.

A commotion erupted from another room before a man burst through the door.
He seemed younger than the others, but he was built like a Greek God. He had broad shoulders and toned body that he emphasized with a fitted yellow button-up tucked into ripped skinny jeans that were tucked themselves into brown Timberlands. His black hair was perfectly styled exposing his beautiful face that was reminiscent of a bunny.
He looked at me and blushed. He quickly said hello, introduced himself as Jungkook, and shuffled to the kitchen that overlooked the living room.

That was...odd. Cute, though.

Soon after him was a man that nearly took my breath away.

If I hadn't already felt like fainting from all these gorgeous men, the man named Taehyung nearly had me on the floor.
His hair was dark brown, cut in a fashionable shag. His face showed a skin tone a bit darker than the other mens', and it was practically perfect with his dark eyes and sly grin.
He wore all designer, from his loosely fitted button up and fitted black slacks to his single dangling earring and matching slides.
He was nearly as tall as Namjoon, with broad shoulders that peaked from his loose shirt.

I had to actively keep my jaw from dropping, though biting my lip wasn't much better.

"Wow, you're much more beautiful than Jimin described. Definitely more than what Yoongi said." His voice was as deep as the ocean.

I side-eyed Yoongi, who was smirking to himself as if he just told the best joke.

Before I could respond, two more men came out of the back room.

A slim man with a beautiful angular face and reddish wavy hair brushing his eyebrows was patting a taller man's shoulder while they talked.
The taller man was drinking something out of a can when I locked eyes with my stuffy, rude senior supervisor, Kim Seokjin.

He spit his beverage out, causing the beautiful slim man to jump back with a shout.

Over the man's shouts, Kim Seokjin and I yelled in unison,

"YOU!?"