Number || Kim Taehyung

09

i parked taehyung's car after the long ass silent ride and im still confused with what has happened.

before i manage to open the door for him,he get out of the car then slammed his car door and faced me with a furious look plastered on his charming face.

how i wish i can say "one door cost 8K" to him.

every steps he took to approach me and i make my steps to back away from him until my back hit the car.

he leaned foward,his breath mingling with mine,our lips are so close. just a fraction of an inch and he would kiss me.

"did my workers saw you?"

"what? no,why?" he heaved a breath and his minty breath hit my face because my height is basically reaching his plump lips.

"why? can you imagine that the lady chauffeur of the ceo of the kim's enterprise fetch him in a pyjama as the hot topic in the social media tomorrow morning?"

i gasped because i am shocked to hear that he is mad because i fetch him in a pyjama?

"this is ridiculous." i spatted at him and pushed him by his chest.

"for me,it is not." he leaned closer again but i stopped him by placing my palm on his broad chest.

"is it wrong for me to fetch you in a pyjama?"

"of course it is!" he raised his voice this time.

"ah!―" i slapped my forehead with my left hand while the other one stays on his chest and looked at him.

"i forgot that i am working with the ceo of the kim's enterprises and i should wear the fancy dress to pick him up no matter what time it is,right?" i hold my gaze at him ; hoping that he will note the sarcasm.

isn't it obvious,by the way?

"look,kim taehyung,i don't care who you are,how high is your rank and which class you are,i will root on my own decision to wear what i want to pick you up as long as i am not naked." i continued as he didn't answer me.

"i prefer naked,though." i heard him mutter underneath his breath.

"pervert!" i yelled and slapped his forearm.

"ouch! stop! that's hurt,doughnut!"

"what the hell is going on here?" a voice stopped us from what we are doing.

my jaw was on the ground as i saw sejeong standing infront of the doorstep in her blue with big ice cream pattern pyjama while rubbing her eyes.

"sejeong?"

"yong hwa?"

"you know each other?" taehyung butts in. i slowly adverted my attention to him.

"no! of course not! i am guessing her name just now―" i said sarcastically.

"―of course i know her,idiot !" i slapped his forearm again.

now,i need his sister explanation.