MY SENIOR

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[IN THE STUDIO]

<YN'S POV >
The air in the design studio was thick with the scent of fresh cotton and the unspoken tension that had been building between us . I never thought that he would agree to work . I stood there, a box of straight pins in my hand, feeling like a ghost. (YN is assistant to Maya )

Taehyung was in the center of it all, a vision in an unbuttoned shirt and tailored trousers, while Maya , the lead designer, moved around him with the confidence of someone who owned the room. And him.
Maya's hands ran along his torso, her fingers tracing the fabric. It was a purely professional act, but a punch of jealousy hit me right in the gut. I didn't like it 😕

"The shoulder line is perfect, Taehyung," Maya said, her voice like silk.
"But the waist… it needs to be taken in half an inch. It needs to look like it was made just for you." She continued .

My eyes met his over Maya's shoulder. He was looking right at me, a tiny, infuriating smirk playing on his lips. He knew. He absolutely knew what this was doing to me.

Taehyung: (To Maya, but his gaze never leaving mine) "You're good at this, Maya. So precise. It’s hard to find that kind of attention to detail."

I felt my cheeks flush hot. I looked down at the pins in my hand, stabbing a thumb with one just to feel something else. Why God why 🥲

Maya picked up a silk tie. She was so close to him, her fingers brushing against the bare skin of his neck as she started to knot it. I watched, my jaw tight, my chest burning. I looked away .(And he was enjoying it ... maybe ... )

Taehyung: (That low, teasing voice again, cutting through the silence)
"YN, come here. "

YN : (My eyes widened) " Me ??"

Taehyung: (rolling his eyes around the room) " anyone else with this name ?"

(But before I could say anything,  Maya turned back and glared at me , gesturing me to listen .)

I hated him. I hated him for doing this, for calling me out. I walked over, my movements stiff and unnatural. He smelled like bergamot and success, and it made my head spin. I tried to focus on the knot, on anything but the way his eyes held mine.

Taehyung:(teasing again )
Tell me what you think. Is the knot confident enough for you?"

Yn : "It's… perfect." (Avoiding eye contact)

Taehyung: (Leaning in, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine) "Just perfect? No notes? I thought you were the best assistant. Or are you just shy about getting this close?"

My breath hitched. My entire body was on high alert, every nerve screaming. I wanted to reach out, to push him away ,or  to pull him closer. This boy is messing with my head .

YN: (My voice was barely a whisper) "I'm not shy."

Taehyung: (His eyes dropped to my lips and back up, that smirk now a full-blown, dangerous smile)
"Prove it."

The studio was silent. The air crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with fashion and everything to do with the two of us. He'd just laid down the gauntlet, and I knew with a terrifying certainty that my heart was already lost.
Maya looked at me with curiosity.  I was all embarrassed  😟 had nothing to speak .  I stepped back without looking at him . 

Maya continue fixing his clothes , tracing the silhouette and I just kept looking at the table near me .

<After an hour or so >
Maya : OK team let's take break.

Finally (I sighed) ,As I was about to move Maya shouted.
"Who will keep those pins back in the boxes and keep these silhouette safely and then you're allowed to take break ."

She left and even others started going . Taehyung was standing in his place,  enjoying all the drama . Looking at him smirking , my blood boiled and I walked towards him .

"What do you want me to prove?" I asked, a desperately

Taehyung's smirk deepened, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips.
He took a deliberate step toward me, the air crackling with his confidence.
"You really want to know?" His voice was a low, taunting rumble.
"I want you to admit it." (Smirked again )

"Admit what?" you pressed, the words a low whisper, a desperate mix of defiance and curiosity. Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat of your unwilling surrender.

Taehyung's dangerous smile widened, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. He took a deliberate step toward me, closing the distance until I could feel the radiating heat of his body. He was a hunter, and me, his captured prey.

"Admit that you're jealous," he said, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

"Admit that it bothers you when my attention is on someone else."
He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of my jaw before gently, slowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was an electric current, and I had to fight the urge to lean into it.

"Admit that you were just standing there, burning with jealousy, when I was talking to Maya," he continued, his voice a silken, taunting thread.

"Admit that you can't stand the thought of anyone else......  so do  you playing this game with me or wanna admit it ."

I couldn't speak. He had called me bluff, and held your feelings up for me to see. All I could do was stare at him, my breath caught in mt throat, a fire of shame and desire raging within me .

"I'm not jealous of anyone, you'rethinking way too much , " I  insisted, my gaze fixed on a point somewhere over his shoulder.

Taehyung leaned in, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Oh really? Then why don't you look at me when you say that?"

"Fine! You want to hear it?" I snapped, voice thick with frustration.
"Yes, I'm jealous of every single person who gets to be closer to you than I am. Are you happy now?"

<POV>

He just laughed, a low, cruel sound that filled the room. The laugh, a final insult, snapped something inside her. With a choked sob, she began to hit his chest, the blows weak and fueled by a mixture of anger and heartbreak.

"Why are you laughing?" she cried out, her voice breaking.
"Why are you always laughing at me?"

But he didn't pull away. Instead, he simply let her, his laughter slowly fading into a soft, sorrowful smile. Then, with a sudden movement, he pulled her into a tight embrace, her fists trapped between their bodies. She struggled at first, but his grip was firm and gentle.

"OK ....OK I'm not laughing at you ",he said softly comforting her .

Her blows became weaker, her sobs turning into whimpers against his shoulder. He held her, stroking her hair, the silent act more comforting than any words could be.

A/N : But do you think 🤔
she brave enough to accept her feelings for him infront if everyone??? In front of her father ????????