Unsaid Love

twenty-eight

The loudest silence fell in between us,  even the voices of characters trying to divert the thoughts of earlier little mishaps but it's not working, I am only bothered by the unnecessarily extra chewing of a single bite that he is devouring.

Who chewed his food 30 times. And who counts till 30. I didn't look at the mirror shown by my inner self who's trying hard to contradict my statement and started focusing on my favourites movie.

"Aren't you designer for women's clothing?" few minutes passed when I heard him saying as he took something from the corner of table.

"Huh? yeah that's true, why?" I absentmindedly replied to him, my full attention was on the scene where Mr. Darcy is confessing his undying love to Elizabeth.

The balloons of excitement growing inside of me ready to fly in the air of giddiness when someone decided to flattened it, with his not so polite tone "So what are these men's outfit sketch doing here?"

"Excuse me?" my confusion was clearly evident in my tone as I snapped back my my gaze towards his hand and saw the sketches.

I immediately snatched it from him, embarrassed about it as I was meant to make one specific dress but unable to decide whether it will look good or not I drew more than needed. struggle of not being expert when it comes to men.

I blink at taehyung who's somehow still waiting for my answer, no one try to break the staring competition that's going on between us untill an amazing idea popped up in my head and I grinned taking him completely by suprise.

I could take his help, right. It's not hidden from anyone that taehyung got an impeccable taste in fashion and even though I don't like him, I still have my very own two eye who somehow wander alot around him.

Use me for your rebound. Again that monologue don't worry yeah I am now using him just for not rebound, now take your leave. I shoo away that single haunting thought.

I subconsciously closed the distance between us which soon I realise but it's already too late we were sitting much closer than expected, I cleared my throat."Taehyung, look at them and pick one design if you have to choose for yourself." I showed him those designs again.

He looks down at those sketches then at me, frowning, his brows pulled together as he look at me like I grew a extra horn on my head, seeing him not cooperating with me, I raised my one eyebrow and he just sighed in defeat.

He took it from my hand and his long, thin, and slender fingers caressing each outfit like it's a delicate piece of his paintings, lips pursed pondering which one he should choose and I watched him attentively.

"This one, I somehow find this one okay." Irritation, frustration yes that's what I am feelings right now, when I said he will never going to leave his habit of torturing me, this is what I meant. What do you mean by 'find this one okay'?.......'Does that mean others are not good?'

My hand balled into fist and I shut down my eyes for a brief period to remind myself that when it's you in need keep your head down enough to show you're humble, I found him looking at me confusedly once I opened my eyes.

"Ohh yeah, umm you're right this outfit is personally my favourite." I said without him acknowledging that each words are dipping into the potion of my sarcasm and hate.

"You haven't yet told me for whom you're designing these outfit for."

I almost rolled my eyes on his persistent curious question like dude I didn't signed up for this, collecting my sketches after realising how much more of my work are still pending, I decided to call it off for the day, nevertheless I replies.