Ashen || k.th.

25

"Calm your jams down, Hoseok! I'm on my way to the building." I quickened my pace as I pass through several people, running my hands in my hair. I'm running a bit late for work today. It took me near hours to have Taehyung's head off my stomach. He loves to sleep on me so much.

"Make it quick. The canvas won't grow colors all by themselves." I laughed at his sarcasm. If Hoseok hates one thing, it's unpunctuality. I dropped the phone call and about to place it in my bag when a stranger bumped into me. Seeming to be in a hurry as well.

"Oh. So sorry, miss. Didn't see you for a while there." The voice rang my ears as I look up to see a man with messy black hair.

"It's fine. No worries." I gave him a timid smile and was about to pass him but he called me. "Yes?"

"I'm Yuta. You are?"

"Do you really have to know?" I said with a slight laugh. He gave me a flirtatious smile.

"It's not everyday that I get to see such a pretty face in here." I internally cringed at his poor attempt at flirting and politely smiled.

"U-Uh. I'm Y/N."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah. You too. I gotta go." I dismissed our conversation and turn my back to him. I didn't mean to look rude or snobbish but Hoseok would really kill me if I didn't move my ass right now.

"Wait! Where are you heading to?" He asked as he jogged to walk besides me.

"I have work at the top floor, the art studio." We both stepped the elevator.

"You're an artist?" He asked, looking amused.

"I am."

"Well, I'm actually planning on choosing some paintings for my new flat. Can you help me?" He gave me a charming smile but I just shrugged, unsure.

The whole day was spent in the studio with Yuta loitering around and flirting with me as Hoseok gives him a death glare. He obviously likes Taehyung more than Yuta. Yuta then volunteered to drive me home, which I find nice of him.

"Come inside." I ushered him. He doesn't need to be told twice as Yuta stepped in. Then I saw Taehyung running towards me but stopping when he saw I'm with someone. Taehyung raised his eyebrows at me as I ignored him. I can't have Yuta know about him.

"You have a nice place, sweetheart." He complimented me. The petname made me wince as I'm not used to anyone giving me those except for Taehyung who's by the way, definitely killing Yuta in his mind.

"U-Uh I'll get you something." I mumbled and signalled Taehyung to come with me. He did but without removing his death stare at Yuta.

"Who is he?" He asked when we're in the kitchen. His stance became so intimading making me feel uneasy. His shoulders squared up, his eyes became smaller in almost a glare, his head tilting just a tad bit upwards, and his voice deepened.

"Uhh.. Yuta?" I asked as I fiddled with my shirt.

"What is he doing here?" He folded his arms and looked at me straight in the eyes. I gulped audibly.

"He drove me home and I was tryna be polite and invite him inside." I explained, running my hand in my hair. I feel like a child getting a scolding. Taehyung rolled his eyes making me frown at him.

"Send him out." He commanded sternly.

"W-What?"

"You heard me, Y/N."

"C'mon Tae, he was nice to me. It's rude to just send him out after he drove me home." He huffed but tried to compose himself.

"Fine. But we'll talk about this later." A smile crept on my face upon realizing what's going on.