mingyu was looking closely at her, the man finally realized why she looked so dangerously familiar.
"you're the famous model, right?" mingyu questioned, he gained a bashful smile from haine in return and i'd be lying if i said he didn't felt his heart skip a beat cause he sure did.
haine only smiled as she nodded and mingyu could only stare at her in awe. mingyu kept his cool while hiding the uncontrollable heartbeat that erupted inside his heart, he led the woman on the penthouse's master bedroom.
haine was quite impressed looked like at the intricate and elegant room that her eyes saw.
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"here we are" mingyu dragged not noticing the way haine had her eyes glitter with amazement as he opened the door to the lady and motioning her to come inside.
haine could only look at him as she questioned, "aren't you going to help me?"
"don't you fucking interfere with the girl the moment you two came infront of the master's bedroom. let her search on her own"
mingyu heard yoongi's voice once more and as much as he wanted to keep the girl a company, he decided to know his place and follow yoongi's words.
"no, i'll stay here" mingyu spoke before haine entered the room and decided to search for what she was supposed to get.
the room was quite spacious, seemingly looking like a workplace rather than a bedroom – if it wasn't for the queen-sized bed on the farther left, she would've thought that this was an office.
"the moment you enter the room, go look for a small blue box. the box is really small, a size smaller than your hand. search for an office desk, i don't know where it's placed but there are a couple of drawers on the desk. if you couldn't find it in there, i give you the permission to roam all around the room – you'll be able to find it sooner than you thought"
yoongi's voice resonated in the woman's ears once she was left alone on the spacious room. wasting no time, she found herself striding through the study desk, sitting on the office chair haine's eyebrows creased as she caught sight of a couple of magazines on the desk.
yoongi isn't the type to read magazines. all he ever cares is his music and well . . . maybe us, his friends but . .
wonder filling her mind, she couldn't help but take one of the magazines. amused, she realized that the magazine she had in her hand was the same one that her agency released a few weeks ago – it was even the version where she was the front cover. a small smile crept up in her lips,
aw, how thoughtful of you sugarbear.
the woman thought as a smile was plastered on her lips, she couldn't help but shuffle on the other magazines and was yet dumbfounded that all of it were magazines that came from her agency and . . . a front cover of her.
