I still can't believe that "the Kim Taehyung" complimented me. I just couldn't believe it. "Do you also play?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Yes, sometimes, but I rarely get time," he answered.
I made an 'o' shape with my lips. "It's getting late; you should have slept by now," he said, just a few steps away from me.
"I was not able to sleep," I admitted. Since coming here, I rarely got a good night's sleep. He nodded and walked towards the door but stopped in the doorway.
"But you should sleep early," he advised, concern evident in his eyes. But why?
"You too," I replied, inwardly cursing myself. "You also come late and go early." Just shut up, my inner voice said to me, but I was speaking the truth. His hair was messy, and his eyes seemed tired. He didn't reply, but I saw his lips curling upward.
I watched as he turned to leave, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the hallway lights. The moment hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken words and unexplored emotions. As he disappeared from view, I couldn't shake the feeling that our brief exchange had stirred something within me, something that refused to be ignored.
And as I finally succumbed to the exhaustion tugging at my eyelids, I couldn't help but wonder what it all meant, this inexplicable connection .
Taehyung pov
Exhausted from a day filled with relentless work, I trudged into the house, anticipating Yuna's presence and the comfort of home. Yet, to my surprise, the faint strains of music greeted me instead. Peering into the music room, I caught sight of her, lost in the melodies she conjured from her instrument. Admiration flooded my senses—this girl, she was something else.
Caught off guard by my sudden appearance, her reaction was nothing short of adorable. As she urged me to retire for the night, a warmth blossomed within me. Her concern for my well-being mirrored my own for her, and in that moment, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness.
Intent on washing away the weariness of the day with a cold shower, my plans were interrupted by the insistent ring of my phone. With a flick of my thumb, I accepted the call, a smirk tugging at my lips as I recognized the caller ID.
"Hello, Mr. Kang," I greeted, already envisioning the events to come. Retrieving my suit, I draped it over the couch, my mind already racing with anticipation. "We'll be there," I confirmed before ending the call.
Dialing Jimin's number next, I braced myself for the bass-heavy background noise that signified his presence in the club. "Hello, bro," his voice echoed through the line, filled with the promise of excitement.
"Mr. Kang is throwing a party, and you know what that means—Bang will be there too," I informed him, the weight of caution evident in my tone. "We need to tread carefully."
"Got it," Jimin replied, his tone serious now. With our conversation concluded, the reality of our impending mission settled over me. We were mere steps away from the culmination of our plans.
I knew Bang's presence at the party wasn't merely coincidental. In the world of business, every gathering held the potential for deals, both legal and illegal. As we prepared to step into the fray, I braced myself for the challenges that lay ahead. This party wasn't just any social affair—it was the prelude to our next move.
next day
As I came downstairs to head to work, I braced myself for the long day ahead. In the living room, I saw Yuna, unaware of my presence. I couldn't help but admire her for a moment.
"Get ready at 7 PM; I'll come to pick you up," I said from behind her.
She startled, turning quickly. "You scared me! And why do I have to get ready by 7 PM?" she asked, facing me.
Why can't she just agree without questioning? The truth was, I wanted to spend some time with her, but my work usually didn't allow it. This party was a perfect opportunity.
"I have to attend a business party, and you seemed bored," I explained. "Jimin and Jungkook will be there too."
She nodded, finally agreeing after I mentioned Jimin and Jungkook. "But I don't have anything to wear," she said, looking worried.
"Don't worry, I'll send some dresses in the afternoon," I assured her.
"No," she instantly refused.
"Why?" I questioned.
"Who knows, you might bring me some weird dresses just to make fun of me," she replied, her cheeks puffing out adorably.
I chuckled. "No, I won't," I promised, and she nodded in agreement.
yuna pov
I got the dress which Taehyung sent me. It was beautiful; I didn't expect him to have such good taste in fashion. I got ready and heard a voice from the door, "Are you ready?" I looked towards Taehyung.
"Yes," I answered, but he didn't say anything nor did he show any expression.
"How do I look?" I asked.
"Good," he replied. Just good? Does he even know how to compliment? I realized he was staring straight at me, and I couldn't take my eyes off him either. He was dressed in a black suit, and his hair was perfectly styled.
"Should we go now?" I broke the staring contest between us because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle his gaze for much longer. He nodded and led the way to the parking lot. His car really exuded a true mafia vibe. We reached the car, and I was about to open the back door when he opened the front passenger door.
"Sit here," he said, his voice was enough to make me feel weak. I nodded and went to sit in the front seat, saying thank you as I got in. He then went around to the driver's seat.
As he started the car, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The tension between us was palpable, and I wondered what the evening had in store. The city lights flickered past us, and I stole glances at him, marveling at how effortlessly handsome he looked.
taehyung look
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