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"Okay, STOP!" Baram ordered. Everyone instantly stopped, including me.

My boss came over to me. His look indicated that he wants to slap me hard on the face. "You never ******* learn, do you?"

I raised a brow. "What have I done now?"

"Pah!" he exclaimed. "I cannot believe I've got a model who doesn't even know how to model!"

"Baram, can you just tell me what I did wrong?" I was getting sick of his attitude.

"You should know yourself!" Baram rubbed his forehead with his hand. "jisoo, you're the worst model I've ever had to work with. I don't know who else will put up with you after this."

I scrunched my nose in disgust. The old man has said this countless times. I was about to snap at him when a familiar voice purred into the room.

"I will."

That voice. It's familiar. So familiar.

I turned my head towards the voice. What I saw before me gave me a heart attack.

Standing at the doorway, with his hands in his pockets, was none other than the owner of world class designer chain V, a multi-millionaire and the most eligible bachelor in Seoul, if not the entirety of South Korea.

Kim Taehyung...

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I couldn't believe my eyes. Didn't dare believe them.

"If you widen those eyes anymore, sweetheart, they would eventually pop out," drawled Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung.

I blinked. Again.

The man-

No, no, no. Not just the man. The fashion designer. The model.

The most beautiful man I've ever seen.

He laughed lightly, soft and sensual.

"No need to be so shocked, Miss Yoon. I believe we've met before."

Taehyung was right. My eyes will pop out soon enough. "Wh-whe-"

"I do apologise for not calling back, by the way," he said instead, his voice indicating anything but an apology. "I was out for a photoshoot. Forgot my phone at home."

Calling him? When did I ever call him-

Oh.

OH.

My mouth parted slightly. It looked like Taehyung noticed my little revelation, as he smirked cruelly. "Yes, the creep at the cafe was, indeed, me."

I didn't know what to say. No words came to my mind, or touched my mouth. I just stared at him.

Just like I did at the cafe.

"When you're done gawking, Miss Yoon, can I continue?"

His comment snapped me out of my thoughts. "I-I..." My voice betrayed me. Faltering at the time when I needed it most.

I cleared my throat. "Forgive me. D-do continue."

He looked at me for a moment before speaking. "It seems that you are looking for a contract."

Now knowing my mouth was a traitor, I did not say anything. A nod was my answer.

Taehyung looked around the room. "It seems you don't particularly like your workplace either."

I glanced at Baram. He gave me a look which I knew exactly what it meant.

I dare you to agree with him, it meant.

I was about to shake my head but then stopped.

Why should I have to be Baram's little dog? I think people should know how much of a shitface he really is.

Smug, I replied, "You're not wrong, Mr Kim."

I wish I could take a picture of his face. Eunja put a hand on her mouth to keep from laughing.

"Well how about I make it your lucky day, Miss Yoon?" Taehyung took a step forward, the action smooth and graceful. "How about you'd like to work with me instead?"

I blinked. "I'm sorry what?"

"Work for me."

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