Sunrise

Chapter 5

I don't really want to be at work right now. I really just want to be in bed with a large pizza and Netflix. Actually, I want to be in Bora Bora, but I'll settle for what's attainable. Any previous confusion I had about yesterday has been replaced with anger. That sudden kiss, however amazing, was unexplainable. I cannot fathom why he would want to do that, let alone with me, his mortal enemy. I think back to what Taehyung said about moving. Ha. If he wants to leave, let him, good riddance. I won't miss him at all. Maybe his lips, but that's it.

"Taehyung, you're hilarious" I hear from a distance. A bubbly, easygoing laugh fills my ears. It's a really pretty laugh, the kind that you want to hear again. I turn around to see who it belongs to but the sight I see kills any joy I felt.

Martha. Pretty, smart, and lovable Martha. It's hard to hate her, but right now I want to wipe that grin off her face, because the man responsible for her doubling over in laughter is none other than his royal highness Taehyung.

"Ahh Martha, have I told you that your laugh is that of an angel's? I want to hear it all the time."

"If you want a higher budget just say the words, flattery isn't necessary, I'll find a way to pull some strings." She bats her long, mascara-coated eyelashes slowly, flirtatiously. I grumble. They're being awfully loud for two people plotting to undermine company policy.

"That, sweetheart," Taehyung's voice drops an octave, and my core throbs, even if that voice isn't directed at me. "would be amazing." He gets low and close to her ear, whispering something that makes Martha blush. I wonder what that bastard said. But more so, I'm angry that he's in the habit of getting close to every woman's ear in his general vicinity. I bet he's bitten Martha's ear too.

When he saunters over to his desk, he looks me dead in the eye, smirks, then falls into his chair gracefully, spreading his legs wide and leaning back into his seat, arms behind his head. He's the perfect picture of male cockiness. His shirt pulls taut over his torso, and the muscles in his forearms, exposed by his rolled-up sleeves, flex deliciously.

"You look stricken." He says, and I become aware that I've been staring at him.

"Stricken? Whatever for?" I cross my arms.

"Like you've lost something precious." He twirls his favorite pen in his hand.

"Never had anything precious to start with." I counter, wiping away invisible dust off my phone screen with the sleeve of my sweater.

"Do you want to talk about yesterday?" he asks, crossing his ankles.

I glance at him from my phone. I'll admit, some sort of explanation for yesterday's behavior would be nice, almost like closure. "Okay, but not here." I get up and head toward the elevators.

"Where are we going?"

"The roof. I'm not letting anyone eavesdrop."

"I doubt anyone is really interested in any relationship between us." He scoffs.

"Mmmm you were passed out drunk during our team dinner. You wouldn't know how much this office likes to gossip."

He rolls his eyes and follows me up to the roof of the building.

"So," he says, leaning against the railing, "where would you like to begin?"

I place myself a little farther, the height we're at is dizzying. I ground myself by fixing my eyes on Taehyung. The wind is blowing his hair in every known direction, messing it up adorably. It looks ridiculously fluffy and I'm itching to run my hands through it. "Let's talk about the kiss. Why did you kiss me?"

He blows out a breath, "It was on a whim. I saw you there and felt like there was no way I couldn't kiss you. I just had this urge and I followed through with it." he looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes, "I'm sorry for kissing you all of a sudden."

I don't say anything, letting the silence speak for itself.

"What else do you want me to say?" he asks, looking at me in exasperation, as if I'm in the wrong for not accepting his apology.

"Nothing. Rather, I'd like you to leave me alone, maybe speak to me less than usual." I pause for a second, "Actually, I want to act like yesterday never happened."

For a brief moment, his eyebrows scrunch together and his body slumps, but the expression is gone so fast that I wonder whether it was just a trick of light. "Fine by me." he shrugs, "It wasn't like that kiss meant anything. It felt good, that's all."

I don't really know what kind of response I was expecting, but to hear that it was meaningless hurts.

"Glad to know we're on the same page." I grit out.

He doesn't say anything else. He simply pushes himself off the railing, and walks out, leaving me alone in my thoughts. I wait to hear the door shut behind me before walking closer to the railing to peer over the edge. I snap back, my blood rushing from the sheer height we are at, and close my eyes to catch my breath. By tomorrow, this will all be some sort of odd fever dream, Taehyung will barely speak to me, and I can go back to living my wonderful, normal, mundane life.