Ji Yeon

It was around 6 in the morning and sleep was a mile away. And it wasn’t because I’d went to bed early last night. I was nervous as hell. Nervous was the right word to use, it described beautifully how I had been feeling every day for the past last 3 years. Okay so maybe more than one time in during my tenure at the fashion house, I’d wanted him to notice me (my work I mean) and maybe I’d put just a little bit of effort into my attire whenever I’d get knowledge of him, asking about the designers working for him and maybe, just a little maybe, I’d wanted him to know who I was. Things have never gone anywhere near these maybe’s. And today was no different. Dressed in blue jeans and a white top, design folder in hand I’d left to work to come up with a dozen other maybes by this afternoon.

Kim Junmyeon

I’d seen her a couple of times, strutting around the office, smiling politely at everyone near her, bringing her colleagues coffee every day. Just being her. And to say that I was attracted would be the understatement of the century. She drew me in every time and she didn’t even know. If simple jeans could’ve been this alluring I would have made it the formal dress code years ago, but the trouble was, models wearing the same clothes as she did? Well let’s just say the clothes would get offended. But she wasn’t like everyone else, never even so much spared a glance at my direction. Always with her pencil in her hand, scribbling sketching or twiddling it around. The pencil was getting more attention than me. I would’ve given anything to be it. It’d been 3 years since I’d first laid my eyes on her, 3 years since I’d fallen in love with someone who hadn’t known of my existence.

Ji Yeon

I’d arrived to office 5 minutes earlier than usual and I don’t know whether coming early was a good thing because as soon as I stepped foot inside the posh building, Pam the receptionist told me that he was beckoning for my presence. Apparently he’d seen my designs. Someone had mailed a few of them to him thinking that they could be used for the fall fashion show. Who the hell would think that my work would be good enough for him… for the company? I was a simple employee, not a fashionista. I was expected in the lion’s den in 10 minutes.

Kim Junmyeon

I could see her walk up the stairs to my glass cabin, see the beads of perspiration slide down her neck. I knew she was apprehensive, and so was I. 2 sharp knocks on the maple door and the slick movement of the handle and she was before me. Flesh, clothes and pencil. Her hair was tied back a loose bun with a few tendrils making a great escape, falling on those flushed cheeks. I’d love to put them where they were supposed to be. Control, my conscious told me. ‘’Ms Ji Yeon…’’ I began stuttering just a little, god damn speaking in front of the PM was easier, ‘’Bo Young had emailed me some of your work a couple of days ago, and I wouldn’t normally say this to people, but it’s pretty darn good, with some minor amendments, it would be good enough to showcase.’’ ‘’Thank you sir,’’ she said, quivering slightly. ‘’I enjoyed your work to such an extent that I am having you join me, I mean, us on the team for the fall fashion show,’’ I replied. Her kohl lined eyes grew large, but she composed herself and as did I. ‘’Sir, I’d be a great honour,’’ she replied, lowering her lashes. ‘’Good then, Ms Ji Yeon, We’d love having you on the team, I hope you’ll exceed all expectations, you report directly to me.’’ I said, curtly.

Damn. What had I just done? Having her work 2 floors beneath me and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her like a teenager, and now I’d just called her on the team to work with me. She was the best designer I’d seen in a while and she really needed promoting but the hell was I thinking? Keeping a kerb check around her would be equal to being a kid and not eating ice-cream. You just can’t do it! But deep down, I knew, it hadn’t been my brain working in those 5 minutes. It had been my cold frozen heart, that she had thawed, through and through just with one glance. I had to try. Not for her but for me, because I needed that ray of light.

Ji Yeon

God, He could probably here my heart beat I thought as I slumped back on my desk. I’d been reporting to him for a month now and every time I looked into those molten honey orbs my heart did somersaults. I needed to work, that’s right, I had to get my mind off that Adonis. Opening up my laptop, I went to check my email, and there lay a lone message.

Ji Yeon I need you (and after like 10 lines of space)

Somethings come up

Were all CEO’s like this? Adonis was calling again.

And so the somersaults started their routine and pencil had been left behind.