28. May I Have This Dance?

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"Hello?" You called out multiple times at the counter, hoping to get a reply but you got none in return

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"Hello?" You called out multiple times at the counter, hoping to get a reply but you got none in return. Peeling yourself away from the front desk, you glanced around the store, noticing it almost deserted. With a small frown, you were about to turn around and leave, deciding to come back tomorrow. Just as you were turning around, you heard an exasperated call coming from a voice in the back.

"Sorry, I'm late! I'll be right with you." After a voice had finally answered to your calls, you turned around to see the same male employee who had helped you from weeks ago. Taehyung was quickly fixing his glasses while tightly holding onto a small bag, hurrying over to the counter where you were waiting. Arriving at the counter, he quickly placed the bag under out of sight, before turning around to face you, slightly huffing out of his chest after sprinting back to the store.

"I'm so sorry, did you wait that long?" he asked with an apologetic expression written all over his face. You quickly shook your head, your hands now raised in the air as you gave him a reassuring smile.

"No, it's fine. I just didn't expect this store to be," you paused, glancing around at the store before looking back at Taehyung.

"Empty," you finished, your eyebrows slightly raised in confusion. Taehyung lets out a small laugh, nodding his head in agreement.

"Well, it is a Wednesday evening. We close in like 10 minutes." Upon hearing his words, your eyes slightly widened in shock, looking down at your watch that it was indeed about to close. 

"Sorry," you apologized, slightly embarrassed by your mistake.

"No worries. Just wait here while I go get you your dress," Taehyung announced before walking off. After a couple of minutes had passed, you saw Taehyung walking back to the front desk with your dress on a hanger, enclosed with a cover to protect it. 

"Here you go!" He gently folded the dress before handing it over to you. You smiled in glee, taking it from his hands. He then suddenly remembered something as he hurried back to the counter.

"Wait, you'll need to sign some papers first." Walking behind the counter, he bent over to grab some papers before handing it over to you. You quickly scanned your eyes over them, signing where ever it needed to be signed. After you finished signing the last piece of paper, you slid it back over to him.

"Thank you so much once again," you thanked him, holding out your hand towards him with a smile. He felt a smile coming to his lips, reaching over to grab your hands and shaking it in return. 

"Thank you for doing business with us," he thanked once again, flashing you a boxy smile. Glancing down at your watch, you then gave him one last wave before exiting the store in a hurry. Watching your back as you left the store, Taehyung smiled as he leaned against the counter with his chin rested on the palms of his hand, a sigh of content leaving his mouth.

"Wow."


"And done," Lisa proudly smiled, curling the last strand of your hair. You leaned closer to the mirror, your mouth falling open in shock as you admired Lisa's work.

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