(Jimin's Pov)

After I had gotten her intimidated with my 'punishments' talk in her office, which I found to be cute because she tried her best to keep a poker face but failed when I told her more about it. Her reaction was way too cute for the level of maximality of punishments that would come her way if she messed up. The way she gulped and her eyes looked almost everywhere in the room and the slight furrow between her brows, the anxiety was evident. It was fair only because I am cold and brutal when it comes to that because I do not tolerate indiscipline. I hope she doesn't mess up either because I don't take a special joy in giving my employees punishments. But if it does come to that, the only option you have is to pray to God that it's not harsh.

We were currently on the balcony, well I had just gotten to the balcony as I slid the door shut behind me. I walked towards the edge of the balcony, by the railings and saw the setting sun placed like a cherry on the top of a cake, a cake which had gradience of shades of yellow, orange, red and blue; the cake being the sky. It was absolutely beautiful. I turn to Y/n to ask about the beauty of the setting sky but the word 'beautiful' slips out of my mouth for another reason.

The dusky sunlight falling onto her divine-like features, her bearing a smouldered expression

I couldn't look away...

"What Mr Park?", She asks as she turns her head to look at the sun.

"I mean, isn't it beautiful?", I pointed at the sun correcting myself.

Whew, that was close.

"Ah...it sure is.", She said feebly, still looking in the distance. I took it as a cue to leave her alone for the moment as she looked like she was bringing some thoughts together. And so was I. The first thought that popped into my head was about her telling me that I was doing something good by making clothes for everyone out there. At first, I didn't think I was doing much but just make clothes. But when she told me about the situation being allegorical than just making clothes, I had a whole new perspective.

I didn't know I was smiling until Y/n pointed it out.

"Do you have something to say, Mr Park?", I glanced at Y/n who had a slight smile herself.

"Am I that obvious?", I fully turned my head to face her. But to my question, all she did was laugh and turn away.

There was a throb in my chest not because I was hurt or something...it was because what she did gave an unusual feeling in my heart.

I took a deep breath and regained my composure. "I'm going to take that as a 'yes' and right, I do have something to say."

"What is that?", She turned her head at me.

"The new perspective I got to see...the one you opened to me on the Lingerie Floor.", I solemnly let out. But all she did was sigh heavily.

"Oh, please Mr Park. You're still not over it?", She had her palms on her forehead.

"It's not something to be over of.", I claimed. "It will mean a lot to me from now on, it's not just about making clothes from now on, it's going to be a lot more and I am truly thankful to you for giving me that perspective."

And all she did was roll her eyes exhaustedly as if...as if the conversation was prodding something inside her.

"Mr Park, stop, you're exaggerating it.", She covered her whole face, turning away from me while leaning over the railing; her tone was as if she was pleading for me to stop.

She talked about it quite freely back then and now she isn't. She wouldn't be doing this if she weren't...avoiding it and she wouldn't be avoiding it if it isn't something she wants to avoid at all costs. Yes, I am definitely prodding something she doesn't want to disclose. Should I push? Wouldn't it be intrusive then? But I just want to know what's making her uncomfortable. I won't push after that.

That's the deal I made with myself before I went back into the conversation.

"No, I am not!", I asserted myself and argued over it and her listening was all on me. She justified her statements pretty well but it was useless in the end and her arguments made sense no more.

I wanted to explain to her that she was being unreasonable here because she was the one who told this to me in the first place and I did, genuinely telling her how it wasn't exaggeration and her statement 'You are exaggerating this' was wrong and went pretty far explaining that.

Funny isn't it? She was the one who told me this in the first place and now I have to tell it back to her. How ironical.

"I knew how curvaceous body type ones have a hard time, they get judged a lot. But I didn't know how hard it was on them just for being different until you told me. But this makes sense, you put yourself in their shoes which probably hits you home more than me. You just wanted to tell me of the work I was doing because you appreciated it and I am really happy that you did, else I would have never known. And now that you have told me, I will do everything to make people feel better about themselves. So, do you get it now Miss Y/n? How I was not exaggerating?", I asked her, after explaining it to her for so long.

"Yes, Mr Park. I understood what you meant and how wrong I was.", She nodded sincerely.

Great, looks like she understood.

I gave her a happy smile. "Glad you did but the sad part is, that ends our 'office tour'. Hope it was fun. Did you like it?"

"Yes, Mr Park, all because of you, you're a great tour guide.", She let out a very pleasant laugh.

I have to agree, her laughter is beautiful. It was somehow like music to my ears.

"The pleasure is all mine.", I gave a small bow. "So, are you looking forward to work here?", I asked her the question which would decide if I got to breathe peacefully until tomorrow.

"Definitely! I can't wait!", She beamed excitedly.

"Well, it makes me happy.", I gave her a content nod.

That means I'm not a bad boss then.

"Then see you soon, Miss Y/n."

"You too Mr Park.", She smiled at me and was about to walk out but I stopped her.

"Miss Y/n, before you go I would like to ask you something.", This question...I was saving it for when she got distracted.

Hope I get my answer.

She turned back to look at me. "What is it, Mr Park?"

"I was wondering...if the instances you told me about on the Lingerie Floor...

And there...her once bright face had been drained of its colour. Her expression was straight, really straight and cold. But one look into her eyes, I knew exactly what she was feeling.

Distant, pain and...

So it is her experience...

She blinked her eyes rapidly and looked away from me for a while before bringing her eyes back to me. "No Mr Park, It's not from my experience, I just made that instance up to tell you how you were doing a good deed, that's it.", She gave me a smile which looked like she wasn't being eaten alive by her feelings, a smile anyone would believe was real. But I didn't, I knew she wasn't being real.

She's lying...but why?

"Alright, Miss Y/n. That's all I wanted to ask. Sorry if it bothered you."

"It's okay, everyone has questions, don't be sorry about it. Anyway, I'll be leaving now Mr Park."

I nodded and waved my hands to tell her that she could go before she walked out of the Windows and finally out of my sight.

After Y/n was long gone, a thought came into my head.

You are one hell of an actor...