If Only

Chapter 4

          After my experience with Mr. Kim I decided to take a few weeks off to retrain my thought process. Lina visited me everyday and talked to me about how to stop having feelings for someone. She was an expert on that. 20+ boyfriends and was dumped pretty much by every, single, one of them. 

            I hadn't talked to her, or anyone, about what happened between Mr. Kim and I. I didn't even talk to Mr. Kim about what happened. Even though he called me nearly 10 times a day and always left a voicemail. I decided the best way to stop having feelings for him was to not see him or even hear his voice. His deep, sexy, seductive voice… 

           I slapped myself mentally and continued doing the dishes. 

          RING! RING! RING! My phone yelled, the seventh time today. I groaned and dried my hands off on the towel. 

          I jogged over my phone and answered it without looking at who was calling. 

         "Hello?" I asked, still drying my hand with the towel.  

          "Y/N?" A familiar voice sounded through the phone.
 
           "Lina? What's up?" I asked. She had just been here like an hour ago, why was she calling?
 
            "I think you should come back to work…" Lina told me, her voice quiet. 

             "What, why?" I replied, placing the towel back on the rack. 

             "It's Selene." Lina whispered, "She's trying to steal her job back, aka your job." 

            I froze. "What."

            I slammed the office building door open, making everyone look up from their work. Without hesitation, I speed walked straight to the office. I glanced at my desk. Nothing was missing there. Then I heard voices coming from the office. I froze and leaned my head closer to the door. 

            I immediately recognized Mr. Kim's voice and that he was talking to a woman. Smiling to myself, I straightened my blouse and skirt and barged into the office. 

            "Ms Y/N?" Mr. Kim exclaimed, shock and pleasure settling on his face.

            I smiled at him and then looked over at Selene, who sat atop his desk. She slowly slid off the desk and stalked towards me. 

            "Y/N." She greeted, "I thought you were still on vacation." 

             "Nope!" I happily replied, "I knew Mr. Kim couldn't handle working for a long period of time without me so I came back early."

I walked over to Mr. Kim who stood to greet me. He leaned towards my ear slowly. 

               "I- I'm so sorry…" Mr. Kim whispered, "I wasn't in my right mind that day. Please forgive me." 

               I turned my head to look at those carmel brown eyes I had grown so used to and I nodded before whispering back, "It's ok Mr. Kim. I wasn't either." 

                He smiled, his eyes revealing the very rare, genuine emotion of happiness. Like I said, that shit's rare.
 
               I looked back to Selene who still stood there, glaring at me. 

              "You are dismissed Selene."
Mr. Kim said, his eyes never leaving my face. Huffing and puffing, Selene left and slammed the door.

             Once she was gone, I immediately relaxed and let out a breath I was holding. When I turned back to Mr. Kim, he was staring at me like I was his lost puppy he had just found. I snorted and poked his nose.

              "What's up with you, Mr. Kim." I asked, poking his forehead playfully. 

              Mr. Kim smiled and quickly patted my head, "I'm just so happy to see you again, Ms Y/N." 

               I smiled back and turned to leave. Before I reached the door, I turned back. 

              "Sorry I just ran out on you after that day." I apologized, pulling my hair behind my ear. 

               Mr. Kim's smile still hadn't left his face as he looked up at me, "Let's just put that behind us Ms Y/N." 

              I nodded and opened the door, "If you need anything just call, Mr. Kim" 

              As I walked out of the door, Mr. Kim called out to me, "Call me Taehyung." I nodded and closed the door quietly, trying to hide my grin. 

            I slid over to my desk and took a seat in my chair. Biting my lip and smiling I leaned over to the intercom. 

            "Then just call me Y/N, Taehyung."
I said softly into the mic. I could practically hear his grin as he replied, "Of course, Y/N." 

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆Sorry about the short and boring chapter! It's my first published story so don't sue me plz!