CAPÍTULO CINCO: C U GIRL, JUMIN HAN.
ANGST + HIS POV.
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❝IN WHICH, the girl he created in his mind
became real. ❞

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A SOFT AND MELODIC
hymn of the grande piano played whimsically throughout the Han estate; slender and freshly manicured fingers were designed with a simple French tip, danced smoothly upon the highs and lows of along the ravenous and blanc keys; capturing the ears of not one or two, but thirty-plus different assets of people who began crowding around the person playing.

Her hair has been elegantly styled in a high ponytail, no fly-always are present insight, and has been gelled down to perfection. The little baby hairs that resides near her ear has been tightly curled to match the aesthetic of her makeup. A simply glam that consisted of a dash of foundation & concealer, bronzer & blush with a bit of highlight - not too much, as a little can go a long way. Her eyebrows, naturally & beautifully shaped, is what brought of the features she was secretly ashamed off. Especially her eyes.

In the point of view of what is presented in front of  them, she radiated the energy of a goddess; they way the minimalist backdrop of the estate correspondent to the outfit she wore - a black, well fitted maxi dress, that showed some leg she mindlessly played, a silver belt styled tightly around her waist, which had matched the smallest of jewellery she wore; pearl studs and a small pearl necklace, that also matched her sterling silver pearl ring.

The complimentary shoes she worn on this special occasion, was one made custom made for her by a well known Italian designer. It was a set of black high heels, shined down to perfection, with an accessory of tiny silver pearls on the strap, tying the whole look together that made both the men and women in the room smile.

She was undoubtedly, one of his extraordinary students. From how she showcased her skills, to being attentive and never talking back, people always knew she was special. But she didn't. In her mind, she was combatting the many sensations that were unhurriedly assassinating her and her strength. The pain of rejection never left her, making her feel sick, but day by day  as the duration unfolded, she strived to camouflage her suffering with satisfaction.

"Jaehee, condone my dialogue, as I am ashamed for what I am about to say --" Jumin spoke, gazing deeply at the goddess that played. He has never once taken his eyes off her, feeling this energy that was radiating off her and he felt compelled to go after the pull. He fixed the edges if his sleeve, smoothing them out and brought his hands up to adjust his black tie. Jumin narrowed his gray eyes, clearing his throat and glancing down at Jaehee's short form.

" Postpone my conference for hereafter. I want to spend the day with her."