Her boss is a bit of a jerk.
Her ex-boyfriend is desperate to find his way back into her heart.
When her boss starts an investigation surrounding her ex-boyfriend, where will her loyalties lie? Will her mind conquer her heart?
I had just rejected dress number 12 and Yoongi looked like he wanted to end his life. Dress 1 -4 he had been very interested in, overly so - more than likely hoping that I would just take his word for it and just buy the first one I came across.
Dress 5 - 8 his attention had started to waver. He answered with 'whatever' and looked desperate to escape. He had taken a very keen interest in his fingernails.
Dress 9 -12 nearly finished him off. He was sinking further and further down his chair. He looked exhausted and like he wanted to make a bolt for the exit. I ignored him, moving on to dress 13.
Yoongi sat up immediately as I stepped out from behind the curtain, looking myself over in the mirror. I'd chosen a simple black dress this time. I was still unsure about it. I liked the way it fit my body but the slit up the leg made me feel nervous.
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"That's the one." Yoongi spoke from behind me, startling me. "I'm not just saying it this time to hurry you up. That dress looks - really good on you." I took another look at myself before deciding that Yoongi was right. The dress made me feel confident. Yoongi brought the dress for me on the company card, talking to me as the shop owner put the sale through.
"What's the plan for tomorrow? Should I meet you at the office or?" Yoongi scoffed as though what I was proposing was ludicrous.
"We'll collect you from your house at 7:30. Namjoon had hired a limousine which he is keen to show off." I nodded, smiling as I was handed me my dress in a bag.
I woke up the next morning to my alarm sounding far earlier than it should have been. I'd deliberately set it so that I could have a lie in. I tried slapping my phone until I realised someone was calling.
"Hello?" I grumbled, lying on my stomach with half of my body hanging off the bed. I blinked, trying to wake myself up.
"Hi Y/N. It's Taehyung. Jimin gave me your number." That was enough to wake me up. I cleared my throat, sitting myself up.
"Hi Taehyung. How can I help you this morning?" I didn't want to rush him or put pressure on him.
"I'm in the mood to talk. Are you free by any chance?" I scratched my head. I couldn't say no - he may not want to talk again.
"Yeah I'm free. It might take me a little while to get to your house -" Taehyung cut over me.
"I'm closer to your area. I needed to be over here today anyway. Do you know the cafe around from your workplace? We could meet there in 20 minutes or so?" He offered.
"See you there." I hung up as I got ready. All I could think of was wow, that cafe must be really popular!
I headed into the cafe looking less than my best. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and baggy white t-shirt with my hair tied back into a high ponytail. I spotted Taehyung immediately in a corner booth. Taehyung looked at me in surprise as I moved into the seat opposite him.
