Never In My Dreams

25- The Angel and the Devil

[Tzuyu's POV]

I had been avoiding Mingyu's calls and texts all day. I needed time to think and work was not helping me clear my head. I also think Mrs. Han wasn't satisfied with my work performance since she called me into her office. The last thing I needed was to be fired. I had promised myself to not let my professional work ethic deteriorate due to my own personal problems.

"You seem to be in such a daze today," Mrs. Han pulled down her glasses to inspect my expression. Her worried eyes met mine. "Are you okay?"

I nodded my head 'yes.' I didn't want Mrs. Han to be worried about me especially since Seoul Fashion Week was next month. I even worked extra hours to assist her. It was tiring, especially with all the planning for Taehyung's birthday in a few weeks. I had lacked sleep these past few days and the days I did sleep, my mind had been exercised with thoughts about Mingyu's confession, which made me toss and turn.

"I'm sorry and I will make up for it," I said. I bowed and before I could leave to help Seolhyun with the garments, Mrs. Han stopped me. She sat me down, heaved a sigh, and rubbed her temples. "No! It's my fault for allowing you to overwork yourself. You have been such an amazing help, but I think you should call it a day and rest. We have a lot of work to do before Christmas vacation, and I'll be sure to update when your help is needed." She gave me a small smile and patted my shoulder, letting me know I should follow her instructions instead of protesting.

I thanked her for her kindness and left her office to head to the lobby. I had seen Rosé, seated down, on her phone. She didn't notice my appearance until I grabbed a seat beside her. I haven't seen her in a few weeks since Nari had been working with her.

I had informed Nayeon to pick me up me, to which she replied telling me that Mingyu could, since she was still at work. I hadn't told the girls that he had confessed and I had been avoiding him. I liked him, but I felt as if there was something in my mind telling me to hold back. My plan of taking things slow hadn't gone the way I had planned. Because I had been refusing to speak with him, the devil on my shoulder had screamed how terrible of a person I had been, while the angel on the other side, told me that I was right to take some time for myself to clear my confusion.

"I haven't seen you in a while," said Rosé, once she sees me. "Nari tells me you have a different schedule now, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I work much longer hours now and I help with the online ordering now, so..."

She nodded her head in thought. She took out her compact mirror and started to check her reflection. "You know, we should hang out more often. I'd feel like we could be good friends."

I smiled at her kind words, but before I could say something, I had seen Mingyu open the front entrance. Before he could see me, I remembered I had forgotten my coat in one of the wardrobe departments since I had been arranging clothing earlier. I dashed off and made my way toward the hall, where the elevator had been located. It wasn't a big building, so I had been in no rush. I'm sure Rosé had felt confused since I hadn't answered her request and I had ran off. I felt as if my nerves had ran a marathon because I was feeling nervous to meet and talk with him for the first time in almost a week.

Once I had found my coat, I had been working on my way back. The angel and devil were continuing to bicker, making me almost insane. I liked him, but I hadn't expected him to confess. In a way, it almost felt as if I had been in the middle of a prank. I had never been in these scenarios before that it felt surreal. It made me scared of these feelings that I had for him and I was too afraid to act on them. When I reached the lobby and I saw him talking and laughing with Rosé, I felt an ache in my chest. I couldn't help but to get jealous, seeing him laugh and smile with her when she was talking with him. It made me wonder if he even cared, but when he noticed me, he stopped his conversation and went over to where I was standing. I automatically flashed him a small smile once we were at talking range.