𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | kth

20

A sharp glint flashed passed Taehyung's eyes before he suddenly stood up. He looked at the script he had placed at the side.

Before reaching it, he stopped suddenly and turned to leave with a dark expression.

Seeing that Taehyung had left, Producer Lee didn't dare to stay any longer. Hurriedly, he rushed after.

The meal finally ended, and Y/N sighed inwardly feeling as though she was finally liberated.

She remained in her seat trying hard to calm herself down before standing up to leave.

Before she could take more than two steps, she heard the polite voice of a waiter from behind her.

"Excuse me, could you wait a minute."

Y/N turned back and saw a waiter coming forward with a script in his hand.

"Miss, is this yours?"

Y/N didn't bring the script down for dinner hence she shook her head.

"It must be one of the members from filming crew, could you help me pass it to them?"

Y/N reached over to take the script.

"Thank you," the waiter thanked her before leaving.

There were only four actors present during dinner. Taehyung, Chungha, Rowoon and herself. Since the script wasn't hers, it had belong to one of the other three.

Y/N flipped open the script trying to find any indication of the owner.

On the first page of the script, there were the familiar three words in strong neat strokes, "Kim Taehyung"

It was actually Taehyung's script.

Y/N's heart pounded rapidly, resounding through her entire body.

Once she reached her room, she sat down at the table, staring at the script as she debated when to pass it back to Taehyung.

She would have preferred to pass it back to him tomorrow morning, but he had a whole day of scenes the next day.

What if he needed to memorize his lines?

She could easily pass the script to any hotel worker or Jisoo to let them then pass it on to Taehyung but she was reluctant to do so.

Y/N pondered for a while before finally reaching out for her phone to call Taehyung.

The phone rang for a long time until he picked up. Without giving her an opportunity to speak, he said,

"What is it?"

Even through the phone, Y/N could sense Taehyung's foul mood.

Anxiously, she stuttered, "You left your script in the dinning hall."

Taehyung was silent for about five seconds before throwing a door number to her. After that the line went dead.

Y/N listened to the phone beeping for a long while before realizing that that he actually gave his room's number.

Why would he tell me his room number? So that I can bring the script to him?

Y/N thought for a long time before coming to the conclusion that it must have been his intention.

She threw Jisoo a random excuse and left with the script in hand.

His room was a presidential suite on the top floor.

While Y/N stood in the elevator, her anxiety increased with each increase of the floor number.

When she finally reached the top floor, she took a deep breath before exiting the elevator with the script.

She followed the arrows on the walls towards his room.

Halfway through, she passed by the lounge area for several of the higher ranked crew members.

The door for the lounge wasn't closed and inside she could hear a hushed conversation between two uniformed waitresses.

"Previously, I went to the presidential suite to deliver coffee and almost died of fright. Mr. Kim was in an extremely bad mood, he was nitpicking on every detail of the movie."

"The person he was scolding, was it the producer of the show?"

"Yes! He is the producer. When Producer Lee offered him boiling water, He actually waved it aside, scalding Producer Lee's hands. The resort doctor just treated his hand and I heard it was quite serious."

"How can it not be serious? It was boiling water! No matter what service the presidential suite asks for, I'm not going. You can go instead since you are braver."

Y/N grew increasingly more anxious and uneasy as she listened to their conversation.

Cautiously, she walked his room. As she looked at the tightly shut door, she took several deep breaths, then reached out to press the doorbell.

Only after she had pressed it did she see the DO NOT DISTURB sign hanging on the door knob. She then knocked on the door gingerly.

The door was not locked and, with just a soft knock, it sprung open.

Y/N stuck her head into the room. The living room was empty so she lifted her hand to knock on the door again.

Just then, Taehyung opened the bathroom door dressed in casual clothes.

His face was tight, expression dark. Maybe due to the fight he had with Producer Lee, his whole body was emitting a frosty pressure.

Y/N stood at the door, not daring to enter. She held up the script towards him.

"Here's your script."

He swept his gaze over her without any intention of going forward to reach for the script.

She paused for a moment before walking into the room. She didn't pass the script to him but instead, placed it on the living room table.

"I'll put your script here."

She then lifted her head to look at Taehyung again. He maintained a distance, leaning against the bedroom door, seemingly too lazy to say a word.