Mr. President >kth au<

7.

Priya's POV

Today is my date with Vante and I'm a bit nervous. The thing I'm most nervous about is him canceling. I made the first move and asked him out, so I don't want him to change his mind and not show. He's been an awesome person to talk to and we really connect over art. I even want to show him the piece that I made.

My leg unconsciously bounces underneath the table as I try not to stare at the time on my phone. I've been here since 11, wanting to beat him here. The time is now 11:40 and the closer it gets to noon, the more nervous I become. What if he's an ex? What if he's not actually a he but a she? What if he's a criminal? I can't stop my mind from wandering over all those thoughts.

It becomes 11:55 before I know it and still no Vante. He may be late and that's fine. He just needs to show up. I'm trying my best to find any distraction to keep me from freaking out. Everything is going to be okay. There's no background noise to distract me because, oddly, I'm the only one in the restaurant as far as customers are concerned. I shrug it off, straightening the lap of my skirt. Time is ticking and Vante will walk through that door any second.

I watch as my phone goes from 11:59am to 12:00pm and I look toward the door to see no one. It's a tad disappointing. At the same time, there is noise now rising from the kitchen. The doors open and 4 men in all black suits emerge. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, my eyes focused on the men. 2 of the men go back into the kitchen, one stays by the door, and the other makes his way toward... me?

"Excuse me," he starts. "Are you Priya?"

I'm taken back, utterly confused. I cross my arms over my chest, a bit hostile. "And what if I am?"

The man chuckles, nodding. "I take it that you are." He gives a thumbs up to the man at the door and he opens it, motioning the other 2 to join again. "You'll find out why."

The men come out and there's one more that emerges with them. They all walk my way and I don't know what's going on. I'm internally freaking out as I feel my pulse accelerate. The mystery man number 5 is hidden behind the others and I can't concentrate on anything but how scared I am. Who is this man behind these bulky suit guys?

The men step away and the mystery man comes into view. My heart stops and I stand instantly. I'm in awe as I look into the eyes of the man in front of me. The most powerful man in the country.

"M-Mr. President." I say, starstruck. And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. "A-Are you Vante?"

He gives me a curt head nod and small smile. "Hi, Priya."

I am about to combust. The man I've been talking to for a week is the fucking president. He's standing right in front of me. The man I voted for, trusting him as our commander.

I pinch my hand hand, wincing at the pain. "Well that hurt, so that means that this is real. Wow. This is truly an honor Mr. President."

I extend my hand and he grabs it, placing a kiss to the back of my hand, right where I pinched it. "The pleasure is mine. Call me Taehyung."

We take our seats and I shake my head, letting all the nerves flow away. He said to not treat him any differently because of who he is, and I intend to make good on that promise.

"I mean, I kinda like Vante."

He chuckles and I can't keep my eyes off of the beautiful specimen of a man in front of me. "If you like it, then you can keep calling me that."

"And only me?" I raise as eyebrow, leaning on the table.

"Only you." He replies, mimicking my movements.