Death Date{KTH}

Chapter: 2

2
||FOR THE MAN YOU HATES ||

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Splash!!.

"Ugh, oh heck!" Taehyung wiped the chilled alcohol from his jacket with distress. Through his long lashes, he looked at the woman, who was almost like a mannequin.

She holds the empty glass in her unmoving hand, taking two good minutes to process the handsomeness of the person. Esther was hoping for a whole two days that Jin's friend Kim Taehyung would give a negative answer. Then, unexpectedly, Jin sent her the date, time, and location. This is how she ended up in this luxury club.

"I'm sorry." Her voice comes out like a broken doll's, creepy and with zero feelings. Standing by the bar counter with a rigid posture, she checked her date from head to toe. She didn't want this man to go back unharmed. She did that on purpose to create the worst possible first impression. "I'm a bit clumsy."

"It's alright, accidents happen.'' When he spoke, the smooth, elegant French accent was noticeable to her. Taehyung wiped his shirt and jacket charismatically and calmly. Thank goodness he decided to go for a black outfit. Kim Taehyung was a twenty-nine-year-old man. He was in his high-neck shirt and black jacket.

"Anyway, Bonjour, nice to see you, gorgeous."

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Kim." She smothered her gagging tendency with the way the stranger addressed her.

She is already done. How long will she be able to put up with him?

Taehyung looked at the woman in front of him in a fashionable red business suit. Sleek black velvety hair, long and styled perfectly behind her attractive neck, makes her look much more sexy than the pictures Jin sent him.

It seems Esther failed her first mission.

"Shall we discuss this somewhere more relaxed?" Taehyung lifted an eyebrow as he spoke in his roughly mixed Korean accent.

"Yes." She walked ahead of him with a hidden agenda.

"Damn, you look sexy. The outfit suits you well."

Esther cleared her throat to swallow the embarrassment. It wasn't a very pleasant feeling. Since she thought it was a revolting act for a stranger to flirt with her at the very beginning.

"Mr. Kim, I have already reserved the table for two." She mutters and leads Taehyung to a rather dim corner of the crowded place. Taehyung failed to notice a small, mischievous glint in her eyes as they took their seats opposite the round table.

Squalsh!!.

As he sat, Taehyung's face grew grim. Esther, with a blank face, watched him stand right away with a disgusting hiss.

"Excuse me for a moment."

"Sure, Mr. Kim, take your time."

Take all of your time, idiot. Who do you think you are dealing with? I'm not one of your easy chicks.

"It's such a désordre." Taehyung turned around, and his back was smothered in white, thick whipped cream.

As Taehyung walks away, she knows the man won't want to see her after this. Esther covered her laughter, leaned back, and took a leisurely sip from her goblet of golden liquor.

Her enjoyment only lasted a few minutes, and to her utter disappointment, Taehyung walked towards her, squeezing through the crowd. Under the dark red neon light, their gazes locked, and Taehyung smugly smiled at the disappointed sigh that Esther accidentally let out.