If You Love Me

Chapter 7: Are You Alright?

You had been in the lobby, sifting through the endless supply of papers piled onto your desk. Delicate fingers typing important information on the office computer, you couldn't help but fall back into the memories of the previous evening.

His raven orbs anchored onto your inviting lips, your fingers laced in the fabric of his white t-shirt, clutching onto his chest to maintain any balance you could muster. His lips pull into a crooked grin as the sensation of your feverish breath stung his skin, "Mmm," He moans, a sonorous grumble vibrated from his throat, "Are you sure you aren't looking for something more than just forgiveness?" He asks, breathless.

Your sloe eyes had narrowed, returning the intense vibe his feline orbs had gifted with each passing second. Your parted lips and sheepish expression had been reflected perfectly in his obstructed orbs.

Then wordlessly, he had escaped from your grasp, gaze soft and tender while a genuine smile tugged his thin-cornered lips, "For everything... Thanks... Niece girl."

A blush spreads across your face, ruining any chance your brain could've possibly had to function normally. "Gosh..." Your head falls onto the desk in defeat, hands nesting in your hair. "What am I go to do?"

As if being summoned by your complaints, your aunt waltzes into the room, handing you yet another mountain of work. She places a warm palm on your back with long sigh, "Tell me about it," her eyes rolled skywards, "Those idiots pounded on the door an hour before opening."

Your jaw falls, hands hovering over your mouth as you tried to prevent the laughter threatening to erupt your lips.

"You didn't have to let them in you know." You snicker.

Your aunt forces a chuckle, "Believe me, I wasn't planning to." She shakes her head, shoulders shaking. "That was until funky one started to 'serenade' me."

No longer holding it in, you burst out laughing at the pathetic tale. "Oh how fortunate."

She smiles, joining in on the fun. "Hasn't anyone told you Gwangju boys have the most 'beautiful' voices?"

You come to halt mid-laughter, gaze turning to your computer as you noticed a head of ebony stride past the front lobby.

He strolled comfortably, taking his time with both hands shoved in his pockets as he headed the direction of the hotel restaurant, all the while failing sparing you a single glance.

Your mouth hangs wide open, knuckles turning pale as your hand balled into a fist. Your jaw screwed tight in rage, "Would it kill the guy to not ignore the person that helped him?" You huff, leaning back into your seat with your arms folded over your chest as you threw a mini silent tantrum.

You had helped the man yet here he was, not even batting an eye to your existence.

Once Yoongi had left the main lobby, your aunt takes a seat beside you. "Details. Now." She demanded.

Caught by surprise, you give the woman a wide eyed stare, brows knitting together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

A mischievous grin pops her taffy lips as she arches an eyebrow. "You know exactly what I mean. Don't play dumb."

"No I really don't." You admit in all honesty.

She waves her hand, "Oh God stop lying. I can't stand the smell of bullshit." she complains. "So you better tell me what's going on between you and him before I force it out of you."

"Oh you wouldn't dare." You challenged.

"Oh but I would." She chuckles, snapping a finger as she placed a sassy hand on her hip.