Arranged Art of Love: Diamonds and Dreams ( KTH ff)

18. Misplaced Anger

She wondered who it could be at this hour and moved toward the living room to check the intercom screen.
Taehyung's secretary appeared on the screen, ringing the doorbell. Yena opened the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Kim," the secretary greeted apologetically. "Sorry to disturb you at this hour, but Mr. Kim forgot this file in the office. It seems to be quite important, so I was hoping you could pass it on to him."

"No, it's alright," Yena responded, taking the file from her. With that, the secretary nodded and went back to the lift.

Yena stood there, contemplating what to do with the file. She initially thought of leaving it in the living room, but since it was described as important, she decided it would be best to place it directly in Taehyung's room. She walked upstairs and stood in front of his door, knocking softly. There was no response.

Hesitant but determined, she opened the door and stepped inside. The room was bathed in the warm glow of a bedside lamp. It was neat and orderly, a reflection of Taehyung's meticulous nature. She moved towards his desk, intending to leave the file there.

She set the file on his desk, turning to leave when a sharp gasp cut through the air. And that's when she saw him.

Taehyung stood frozen in the bathroom doorway, his hair dripping with water, a white towel wrapped around his waist, his face a mask of shock. He stood frozen, his eyes widened in shock, and for a heartbeat, neither of them moved.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he finally spoke, his voice husky and masked with nervousness "Can't you knock before barging in?"

Yena bristled. "Excuse me," she retorted, her voice laced with ice. "Are you talking to me?" Taehyung, flustered, ran a hand through his damp hair.

"Then who else am I talking to?" he snapped, his voice still filled with irritation.

"That's what I'm saying!" Yena replied, her voice rising. "I'm right here, and despite that, you're yelling at me."

She turned on her heel, grabbed the file from the table, she held it up. "I knocked," she said, her voice calmer than before. "But there was no answer. So I thought you weren't here. I simply came to drop off the file which your secretary sent."

She placed the file back on the table. Taehyung watched her, as she marched back to the door. He then spoke, did you check the file?

"No, why would I? And please, Mr. Kim," she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't think that I am interested in getting into your room and sorry that I entered your room unannounced. "

"And for future reference," she added, her voice low but firm, "it wouldn't hurt to close the door when you're…inside." With that, she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving Taehyung standing there.

After Yena left the room, Taehyung stood frozen in place, a mixture of shock and regret washing over him. This woman made him shut. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

What had he done? Yelling at her over such a trivial matter—her entering his room—was uncharacteristic of him. But the real reason behind his outburst was the missing file. His eyes drifted to the file on the table, the source of his frustration and nervousness.

Sitting on the bed, Taehyung tried to gather his thoughts. It wasn't justifiable, and he knew it. However, apologizing didn't come naturally to him. He was Kim Taehyung, after all, and he always did what he wanted without looking back. He wasn't built for apologies, not the sincere kind that exposed his vulnerability. The fact that Yena hadn't checked the file gave him a sense of relief.

He stood up, took the file, and carefully placed it inside his closet, hoping to keep it out of sight and mind. It wasn't that he didn't want to make things right but his pride was stopping him. Instead, he decided to head to the rooftop for some fresh air, hoping it would clear his mind.