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My jaw dropped. Another shock.

I should be having a heart attack at this rate.

"Me?" I asked, pointing to myself. "A job

from you?"

"Correct," he said. He looked to Baram, his face hardening. "You don't mind if I-"

"It's yours," Baram blurted out. "Everything in here is yours."

Taehyung turned to me, gesturing at Baram's private office. "Shall we?"

I had a bit more sanity now to ask, "Do what?"

"Discuss your contract?"

"I..." No more. I couldn't do this anymore. I was so overwhelmed by his words, his offer, just him in general.

I needed time. I know that this was incredibly stupid, but I needed some time to think about it.

I didn't want to jump whole-heartedly without knowing what I was signing up for. I needed a focused mind, calm attitude and right now I was anything but.

"Is there," Taehyung said, "Something the matter, Miss Yoon?"

"Well, uh..." I started. Deep breaths, jisoo, deep breaths. "Whatever the job is, Mr Kim, I-I need to think about it."

Baram snorted, along with a few other models. My temper threatened to take control of my tongue, but I held it in.

"What's so funny, old man?" Taehyung demanded, a strange edge to his tone.

My boss gulped, sensing it as well. "N-nothing, Taehyung-"

"It's Mr Kim to you," Taehyung snarled. Baram instantly shut up.

The man looked at me again, and those enchanting eyes were back at it again, hypnotising me. "I do understand, Miss Yoon, but do know that I don't offer the job to just anyone." He gestured towards me. "You still have my number and address, right?"

I went over to the bag, the heels of my boots making the only sound in the room. I took out the note he gave me.

"If you could come to that address tomorrow afternoon?" Taehyung suggested. "At about 12:30pm?"

I nodded, remembering the time in my head. "Alright."

"It was lovely seeing you again, Miss Yoon," Taehyung said, his voice husky and low. He looked around the room. "Though it can't be said for the others."

Baram's jaw dropped to the floor. Taehyung turned back, walking towards the door. He stopped, and looked back.

"And Miss Yoon," he drawled, glancing at Baram, "Don't wear anything like those clothes you're wearing right now."

With that, he left, his powerful presence leaving this room.

I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

Kim Taehyung offered me a job.

"I'm... I'm gonna go home now," I declared, more to myself than to Baram.

His expression brightened into a smile. "That's your choice, jisoo . Do whatever you wish."

What the ****?

"I'll see you later, Eunja." I went over to my friend and hugged her.

"Good on you, jisoo," she whispered

before letting go, grinning at me.

I returned it before grabbing my bag. "How could she get a job from Kim Taehyung?" a model next to me snarled.

"Because I'm not talentless," I only answered, leaving the room. I heard her gasp behind me, but I was already going down the stairs, and onto the streets of Seoul.

My thoughts suddenly spammed my mind.

Kim Taehyung gave you a contract.

Kim Taehyung?" a model next to me snarled.

"Because I'm not talentless." I only answered, leaving the room. I heard her gasp behind me, but I was already going down the stairs, and onto the streets of Seoul.

My thoughts suddenly spammed my mind.

Kim Taehyung gave you a contract.

Kim Taehyung gave you a job.

Kim Taehyung is giving you your next step to fame.

Fame. I've never seen it from my own eyes, never had the taste of it.

And maybe Kim Taehyung is putting it on a plate right in front of you.

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