SIGNAL143?! ... kang taehyun

5...?!

The scowl present on taehyun's face as he exited the conference room had you shitting yourself as he shot knives down towards you, glaring at you and motioning to his office merely with his recent fuelled orbs.

QUivering inside out, you step shortly after him, gulping down the massive lump in your throat, the carpeted monotonous grey flooring garnering your interest than the man that rubbed his temple hastily.

"guess one of them overheard our little banter, miss,"

Your void of a reply sent him approaching you with heavy footsteps, harshly tugging down the knot of tie, the furrow deepening beyond observed capability. All till the curve of your back hit the hard wood table, your hands scraping to the table.

"w-what do you mean," you muster despite the frantic panic you were waging inside, his arms once limp by his side came to front you as he cracked his knuckles, his neck craning to the side to do the same. You'd be lying if you said you weren't intimidated by his demeanour.

"oh, i don't know, from where the conversion took a head down non body positivity image and how starting with a different product first would be better?"

The chills that ran down your spine as he repeated your previous words had you spinning a hurl of your own. Though you still stood by your words, you could've just blown the deal off with it as well.

That depends, however, since you weren't informed whether the deal was called off in the first place. You held no blame as of yet. You straightened your back and lifted your gaze to his, taking a step forward, a formidable gap present.

"well, did we strike a deal?" you attempted to sound as aloof as possible, hoping for an affirmation from taehyun. He smiled, a stark contrast between his furrow and grin.

He bent down to match your height, his hand cupping your cheek with a caress which you would have fend off but couldn't given your arising crisis, "how cute," he uttered and paused, the smile dripping off along his lips pressing to a line, "but, no,"

And just with that you had turned into granite staring down the eyes of a striking sculpture known as kang taehyun. "Leave," and you did, taking to the door with such haste you hadn't seen yeonjun, the assistant secretary ahead, crashing into the man with a thump.

"are you okay?" quizzed yeonjun, watching you with curious orbs as to your hastened exit and your shaken exterior, "you look like you've seen a ghost, you should take a break," he commented further, chuckling.

Taehyun observed the ordeal, opting to sit in his seat and front his desktop instead, having twice the amount of work to get another company onboard. It would be an understatement to say he resented you right now.

You bid a rushed goodbye and fled the scene out the building, restocking on fresh air and a clear mind on how to apologize, though an apology wouldn't do much.