Splintered Heart || Park Seonghwa 18+ Oneshots {ATEEZ} - DISCONTINUED

Yes Boss ~ Pt 2

The function was supposed to start at 9pm and you were meeting Seonghwa at the office and travelling together

You were at a shopping centre, looking for a dress as instructed but none of them seemed to fit what Seonghwa had told you to wear, making frustration rise like a cresting wave inside you. The more you thought about his attitude, the more your mood worsened. What, exactly, gave him the right to be so damned arrogant? Your phone buzzes in the pocket of your coat and you fish it out.

It's Seonghwa. You answer it after taking a deep breath to cool your hot anger.

"Yes, sir?" You say a little tensely.

"Have you found something to wear yet?" He asks, his tone sharp yet bored at the same time, as if he thinks you're a child in need of constant help.

Maybe he was right.

"No, not yet sir but I am looking," you reply.

"Hurry up. It's 7pm," he continues, as if you couldn't keep track of the time for yourself.

"Yes sir," you say and hang up without waiting for a response.

You turn on your heel and with ice cold determination make your way to a boutique store you had passed by earlier because the clothes were too expensive. You make a beeline for their formal wear and notice a few dresses that are simply beautiful, but one in particular catches your eye. It's made of red satin, the fabric falling in a way that makes it look like spilled blood.

"Would you like to try that one on, miss?" The shop assistant asks kindly.

You pause for a moment, considering.

"Yes, thank you. Do you have shoes that might go with it?" You ask finally.

The assistant beams, clearly thinking I intend to buy a whole new outfit.

"Yes actually, we do. If you go to changing room 3, I'll leave a pair outside the door for you," she says, glancing briefly at your feet and walking away.

You lock the door of the changing room behind you and slip the dress on. The dress is medium length, the hem brushing just below my knees but there is a long slit up one leg, undoing any modesty the length added. It clings to every curve of your body, as if it was made for you. The neckline plunges dangerously low, meaning you'd have to go braless. You grab the shoes the woman left behind for you and slide your feet into them. They're a pair of red sandals with towering heels. Even you have to admit you look stunning.

Resolution settles in your stomach as you take the dress and shoes off and get back into your shabby looking office clothes. You take the items to the counter and pay, not looking too long at the total price, in case you loose my nerve. You have one more stop to make before going home and getting ready but soon enough you're on the bus and heading to your apartment.

You feel your phone buzz again but you ignore it until it stops ringing. That's bound to get under his skin.

By the time you're ready, the clock reads 8:45pm. You know that Seonghwa is probably pacing in his office at this point. Let him agonize. Just as you're about to step out the door, your phone rings. You answer it on the 4th ring.

"Mr. Park?"

"Since you're so hell bent on being late for everything, I've taken the liberty of sending a taxi to your apartment. It'll bring you right to where the function is happening," he says, barely bothering to hide the simmering anger in his tone, "Just tell the doorman you're with me and you'll get in."

"Understood."

He hangs up without another word. Oh, he was mad. You can't help your smug smile as you step out of your apartment and head down to the waiting taxi. The ride is short and uneventful, except for your unstable heart rate. You're beginning to wonder if the dress was such a great idea after all. But it's too late to go back now. You turn into the car park of an expensive looking hotel. You step out of the taxi and the clicking of your heels on the concreate is the only sound as you walk through the doors. You glance at my phone. 9pm exactly.