Chapter 7 Priya's POV

• We arrived at the location and MiSun carefully parked the car. The building’s security guard enquired about our names and allowed us to go. The maid answered the door. From behind, Mrs. Joon came and hugged us. We were both shocked when we walked inside the house. Her son’s residence takes up the entire floor. We realized we were standing in the penthouse. She brought us into the drawing-room, where Mr. Joon was sitting and watching the news, and Darim was playing on her phone. I gave Mrs. Joon a bouquet, and MiSun kept some fruit on the table. I told them that your house is very big and beautiful. As we sat on the sofa, I asked how Mrs. Joon was doing. MiSun suddenly tapped my shoulder a bit harshly and showed me a picture. Actually, it was a family photo of Mr. and Mrs. Joon and their kids. First, I was confused by what MiSun was trying to show me. But when I observed it closely and noticed that the boy standing next to Mrs. Joon was the same person whose wall paintings and posters I had seen in Ilsan City. I asked Mrs. Joon, “Who is he?” She told us that he is her son, Kim SeoJoon.
• MiSun interrupted me before I could speak. “Is he the same person who is the leader of DTM?” She inquired.
• “He is the one, for sure.” Mrs. Joon gave a smile in answer.
• I looked at MiSun with confused eyes and whispered, “What is DTM, and who is Kim SeoJoon?”
• “You don’t know about DTM?” Mrs. Joon asked after she overheard it.
• I remained silent because I was still unsure.
• “She’s unaware of them, that’s for sure. She must have heard about it but didn’t bother to look into it. She rarely listens to Korean music.” MiSun spoke in my place.
• Initially, I was embarrassed, but then Darim said, “It’s okay, unni. Don’t feel bad.” I gave her a smile
• “I’ve seen a few of his photographs in Seoul too, but speculated that he might be a model promoting well-known companies. But….” I stumbled over my words. I apologized for this.
• “Oh, that’s fine. You are now aware of who our son is. You can look him up on Google.” Mr. Joon made a joke in an effort to lighten the mood.
• “There is no need for this. I’ll tell her about them. I went to DTM concerts with my boyfriend many times.” MiSun said in excitement.
• “Oh, MiSun unni, you’re dating someone. It’s lovely. What about you, Priya unni?” Darim enquired.
• “Your Priya unni has already fallen in love with her work, only marriage is left. I’m going to invite you, for sure.” MiSun made fun of me and everyone burst into laughter.
• Then the maid arrived and kept snacks and tea on the table. We were talking, but after some time, Mrs. Joon said, “Let me see if dinner is ready or not.”
• MiSun was preoccupied with Darim and showing images of her boyfriend. I was observing the interior of the house. It pleased me.
• “Can I see the home?” I asked Mr. Joon, who was watching the news.
• “Why not, of course...” He said
• “Darim, go with Priya and show her the house.” Mr. Joon added.
• MiSun refused when I asked her to join us, stating that she needed to make a call.
• “Come on, unni. I’ll walk you through the entire house.” Darim said, being dramatic.
• She stood next to me near the entrance gate and said, “Let’s start our tour and start laughing.”
• “The large drawing room is on the left as you enter, and the kitchen and dining room are on the right.
• There are three rooms after the kitchen of equal-size. My brother’s friends occasionally use these as places to stay. Upstairs, there are three rooms. My brother uses the king-size room, and the other two medium-sized rooms are located in front of it. We use those when we visit. Finally, there is a sizable room behind the drawing room. You can call it study room. Inside it, there’s another room, but it’s just my brother and his friends are allowed to go.”
• When Mrs. Joon called for Darim, we were standing outside the study room area. She left me there. The door of the room was slightly open and I saw some books. I knocked with the intention of entering but got no response. I thought for a while, but then I entered the room. There was no music system in the room, but slow, soft music was playing in the background. On one wall, I noticed two bookcases full of titles. I roamed my hand through books and saw a book that I was looking for in the central library of Seoul. I took hold of that book and began leafing through it.
• I heard a voice while I was reading the book, which scared me.
• “Excuse me.”
• The book and my phone fell from my hands as I turned to see whose voice it was. I quickly grabbed the book and set it down on the table, which was to one side.
• Standing in front of me with his hands folded across his chest was a tall man. He was dressed in black pants and a white T-shirt. Even though he was wearing a cap, his dark black hair was still noticeable. He had the appearance of someone whose dragon eyes would allow him to see right into your soul and would then take it all with him.
• He noticed that I was staring at him all the time. “Who are you?” He questioned, raising the brow of his left eye and angling his head slightly to the left.
• I couldn’t speak anything and only mutter, “I...”
• After some time, I apologized. And, I moved in the direction of the door. I walked up to the door and turned to face him and bowed my head a little and walked away.