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Just my luck, it's raining. I should have checked the weather this morning before coming to shop at Gangnam district.




I pull out my phone about to call a taxi, only for it to be dead. I quickly use my long coat to try to cover my shopping bag that holds my outfit for the HYBE social event later this evening. But it's useless as the drizzling rain turns into a heavy downpour.




Ugh. This day keeps getting better and better. Is tonight going to be even worst?




The raindrops falling on my head had suddenly stopped as if God took pity on me—Only to see Taehyung, holding an umbrella over me.




"Reina," his voice is soft and warm, "You're going to catch a cold."

As the realization seeps in, I immediately bow down to greet him

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As the realization seeps in, I immediately bow down to greet him. "Sir, hello! Uh—"




"Call me Taehyung," he smiles. "We're not at work. And plus...we've known each other since SNU."




I stay quiet, mesmerize by his handsome face. It brings me back to our university days. I've always just wanted to go up to him and befriend him. I just never had the confidence too.




I blink my eyes, realizing I've been staring at him for too long. "Uh...sorry um I'm just on my way back home, I need to get ready for tonight's company event."




"Oh right," he sighs. "I won't be there tonight, I have another business else where."




Another business? I guess it might be for something personal.




"How are you getting home?" He asks.




"I was about to call for a taxi but my phone is dead so now I'll just head to the bus stop."




"I'll take you home," he offers.




Huh? No.




"Uh, no!" I say way too quickly, becoming flustered, "Uh I mean, I'll be fine. Thank you, though."




"It's raining. You don't even have an umbrella." He grabs my hand. "C'mon let's go."




My heart races from his touch as he drags me along. But he soon let's go once he stops in-front of a black car. I can tell it's expensive not just by how luxurious it looks but because I never see these kind of cars around Seoul.




He opens the passenger door and I feel my nerves twisted again. He gestured me to go in and I timidly hop in. Immediately, I feel overwhelmed by the interior of the car. It is definitely an expensive car. It's a Rolls-Royce. As expected for a CEO.




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