[✔] lightbulb » lee taeyong & na jaemin

ch. 38

rantipole: a wild, reckless young person

» miyeon's pov // present »

i walked into taeyong's office, brushing past security with just a raise of my eyebrow. i was now a famous model, and people know better than to mess with a celebrity. or rather, maybe because of the view i was giving them, with my strapless, dipping dress. either way, i got in, whether it was because of my popularity, sluttiness, or both. i wasn't ashamed to use my body, as long as i decided it was okay and on my terms. my consent.

strutting through the office, i opened a certain door. there were plenty of faces in the room, and many of them glowed with recognition, but i was staring at one specific person.

"you!" the man sitting behind the desk shouted. nearby employees casted a concerned glance at him and an awed look at me, but he waved their concern off. they all pretended to go back to work, but i could tell they were using every cell in their body to listen. their ears were practically perking up.

walking over to the man's pathetic desk, i slammed my hands onto his desk. i placed a smug, confident smile on my face. "taeyong..." i stretched out his name while twirling a piece of my hair. "i see her bruises. leave her while you can. you ruined my fucking life; don't ruin ara's, too." i murmured all of this quietly, but taeyong was obviously concerned about eavesdroppers.

"how about we take this outside?"

"mmm, no."

he swallowed hard and looked around.

"oh, fine," i agreed with exasperation. "follow quickly."

he nodded and stood up. bowing to his boss, he asked for a few minutes to talk to this celebrity. i was already at the door by the time his boss agreed.

we walked outside in silence, and stood underneath a tree. beside the tree was a bench, and i crossed my arms, leaning against the tree. he was standing right in front of the bench, which was convenient for me.

taeyong looked around one more time. he glared at me and came closer, making sure to tower over me. if he was trying to "assert dominance", it wasn't working because he was visibly nervous.

"fuck off," he hissed quietly, trying to maintain a neutral expression so that people wouldn't come look. we were still near the building, and if anybody looked outside a window or heard raised voices, they would most likely come outside to check up on us two.

he cleared his throat. "ara is perfectly safe and happy with me. all my girlfriends have been. if ara didn't feel happy with me, wouldn't she have broken up with me already? you were just...an exception."

i brought a hand up to my mouth and laughed politely to mock him. "an exception!" i threw my head back and laughed harder. "an exception! that's what you call your abused victims now?" i pointed at him and smiled with pity.