Fated Love

Ch~19 || Temptation

The hours passed slowly in silence after Hobi and Jimin had left. Taehyung had returned to the mountain of work. 

He barely noticed there was a knock on his office door.

"Come in" He called out, eyes still running over the papers he was reviewing. The door opened, and a soft sultry voice broke the silence.

"Good Afternoon Mr.Kim" came the voice. Sweet but laced with something else. 

Taehyung looked up and saw one of the female employees entering. She was dressed a little too boldly for office attire. She was carrying a file in her hand but there was a certain way she moved. Her hips swayed while she walked, making her intentions painfully clear.

"Do you need something?" He asked, keeping his tone neutral.

"Oh nothing much" She replied her voice laced with an flirtatious edge. "I just thought I'd deliver this personally." 

She placed the file on the desk and lingered there leaning forward slightly, giving a glimpse of her cleavage, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Taehyung raised a brow as she noticed her body language.

"Thank you" He said giving a polite nod, ignoring her advances. He expected her to leave afterwards but she remained, her gaze moving up and down his body making him uncomfortable.

"Is there something else you need?" He asked feeling a slight unease.

She took a step closer "I thought maybe you could use a little break, Mr.Kim. You've been working so hard. Maybe I can help you relax?"

He'd seen enough to recognize when someone had ulterior motives. She took another step forward, her eyes scanning him with a boldness that left no room for misinterpretation.

"Thank you for your concern" He replied "But I have plenty of work to keep me occupied."

Ignoring his clear disinterest, she moved closer, her hand reaching out and placed it on his shoulder.

"Are you sure? I could give you a distraction from all this stress. No one would have to know. It could be our little secret."

Taehyung's eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he watched her with a barely concealed look of disapproval. He leaned back slightly, his tone turning even colder. "Look, I take my commitment to my wife very seriously. There's no need for anything beyond what you are assigned to do"

"Are you sure? Sometimes a bit of company is all you need. Don't you think Mr.Kim?" She spoke in a sultry tone.

He stood up swiftly "Miss Han. I think you're overstepping here. I'm a married man. And I definitely do not appreciate this and neither my wife would"

"oh come on Mr.Kim. You are no fun. No one has to know. I promise" She said placing her hand on his arm, her fingers trailing up his sleeves. Taehyung took a deep breath, his patience wearing thin.

"Miss Han" He said firmly taking her hand and removing it from his arm "I'd like to let you know that Im loyal to my wife and I won't tolerate this kind of behavior. I suggest you leave"

Her expression faltered slightly, but she quickly masked it with a coy smile "Loyal huh? That's rare these days. But are you sure you are not the slightest bit...tempted?" She asked, her voice lowering to a whisper as she leaned closer, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder.

That was the last straw. 

He stood up and spoke "This is highly inappropriate. You are fired. Leave my office right now. And Im gonna make sure I review you as you deserve" He said.

Realizing she had crossed a line, her face reddened slightly but she managed a half hearted smirk "Your loss" She muttered as she turned swaying her hips and leaving.

"The audacity" He muttered as he sat back down running a hand through his hair. As he sat back down his thoughts drifted back to yn. She would have probably laughed at the absurdity of the situation or maybe teased him for attracting attention, even when he didn't want it.  He smirked at the though, wondering what she would say if he told her about this.

He soon finished work and stood up ready to leave the office. He headed home eager to rest after a long day. As soon as he entered, he saw Yn curled up on the couch watching a movie.

Her head snapped to his direction at the sound of the door as she turned off the TV.

He dropped on the couch loosening his tie and removing socks. 

"Rough day?" She asked mostly out of wanting to be nice.

"You have no idea" He groaned, leaning back on the couch and that seemed to pick her curiosity. "Oh? what happened?" She asked her focus on him.

"Well, There was this female employee. She came to deposit a few papers but then she started getting too close, flirting, showing her cleavage. She started touching me. Can you believe she actually tried to hit on me, practically throwing herself at me!" He said, leaning back on the couch.

Yn burst out laughing "Wait? Girls hit on you?" She asked doubling over as she laughed.

He seemed offended "Hey!! I do get hit on, thank you very much. I have quite the good looks to attract women"

"Oh really? Well Taehyung, Serious, no nonsense Taehyung being hit on. I can't picture it" She teased "What did you tell her?"

"I made it very clear that Im married and Im loyal to my wife, but she just didn't seem to care. Even tried to act like it didn't matter to her at all"

"Quite the heartbreaker there" She laughed. He suddenly found himself draw to her as he leaned towards her, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm a One Women man" He murmured "And that women happens to be you"

Her laughter faded as his words sank in, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. She looked away and swatter his hands away "Don't you dare flirt with me now, Taehyung" She muttered trying to keep her composure.

Taehyung smirked but he didn't miss the slight tremor in her voice. "Why? Does it make you feel something?" 

"W..Why would it make me feel something?" She asked as she walked or lets say practically rushed upstairs saying "Im gonna bath". He chuckled watching her go.

Mean, her thoughts were racing.  What is he doing to me?  She thought. I need to stop feeling like this. The way Taehyung had said he was loyal to his wife made her feel things.

The only question in the back of her mind was What happens when pretending to care about each others starts feeling real?