HIS MAID//KTH ✅

20

In the dimly lit hotel room, the glow of the laptop screen illuminated the face of a woman sitting at the desk. Her fingers danced across the keyboard with practiced ease as she navigated through various search results. The woman's expression was one of anticipation, her eyes alight with curiosity and excitement.

After a few moments of searching, a picture popped up on the screen, and a smile spread across the woman's face. It was a picture of Taehyung, the object of her interest. She studied the image intently, taking in every detail of his features with admiration.

"Tomorrow you're going to be so happy," she murmured softly to herself, her voice filled with anticipation. She imagined the possibilities of what the future might hold, her mind spinning with dreams and aspirations.

For the woman, finding information about Taehyung was more than just a casual curiosity. There was a spark of connection that she felt, a sense of excitement at the prospect of getting to know him better.

As she continued her search, the woman couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of what tomorrow might bring. Little did she know, her path was about to intersect with Taehyung's in ways she never could have imagined.

As Taehyung and Eunha sat in the car, the weight of their conversation lingered in the air like an unspoken promise. Eunha's words had struck a chord within Taehyung, stirring emotions he had long kept buried beneath his playboy facade. He gazed at her intently, his eyes betraying a vulnerability he rarely allowed others to see.

"You know I was serious when I said I love you," Taehyung confessed, his voice soft yet earnest.

Eunha's initial response was one of skepticism, her guarded demeanor a testament to the walls she had built around her heart. "I know you, you're a playboy," she retorted, her words tinged with the bitterness of past disappointments.

Taehyung felt a pang of regret at Eunha's lack of trust, but he understood her reluctance all too well. He knew he had to prove himself worthy of her love, to demonstrate that his feelings were genuine and sincere.

"I agree, but..." Taehyung's voice trailed off, his thoughts lingering on the depth of his emotions for Eunha, emotions he had long suppressed beneath a facade of indifference.

Eunha's gaze bore into his, her eyes searching for any hint of insincerity. "But what?" she pressed, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Taehyung hesitated, grappling with his inner turmoil, before finally conceding, "Nothing."

As their eyes met in silent understanding, Taehyung felt a surge of longing, a desire to bridge the divide between them and lay bare the depths of his heart. He leaned in closer, the intoxicating scent of Eunha's perfume enveloping him in a haze of desire.

"Are you not playing with me, aren't you right?" Eunha's voice cut through the tension, her words a challenge to Taehyung's sincerity.

Taehyung met her gaze with unwavering resolve. "Trust me," he implored, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

Eunha's expression softened, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes. "Okay, impress me with your loyalty in three weeks, and I will think about it," she relented, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

A wistful smile tugged at the corners of Taehyung's lips as he watched Eunha exit the car, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights. "I thought we were going to kiss," he murmured to himself, his words a lament for the missed opportunity.