Good Boy ✔️

6

"Holy shhh!!...Taehyung! Boy!...." you stumble back on the box you were balanced on, clutching your chest.

The wrapped roll of paper towels laid at Taehyungs feet, where it had landed after being catapulted across the storage space.

"Did I scare you?" He chuckles, reaching up to cover his mouth in an attempt to keep his laughter at bay. But it the urge only intensified when he took in your scowl.

"You scared the hell out of me!"  You huffed as you kneeled down to hop from the wobbling box. Which was no easy feat in the heels you wore.

"Sorry....." Taehyung smirks.

"What are you even doing here?" You snap as your heels touch the floor.

"Someone left a huge mess in the breakroom so I took the initiative to clean it. Of course..."

He pauses to kneel down and snatch the paper towels from the floor.

"..there were no paper towels so..." he shrugs. You roll your eyes as you dust your hands off on the sides of your pants.

"Not here, smartass. Here as in, the office. I thought you'd left with the herd." You mumble distractedly, pausing to examine your dirty hands.

"Nope. I'm here working. Same as you...helping the guys over on the 4th floor." Taehyung tucks the paper towels under his arm as he moved to lean back against the door. He looked much more casual than he had this morning. His dress shirt completely untucked and his tie pulled loose. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled back per usual, giving you a distracting glimpse of his thick veiny forearms.

Asshole.

Effortlessly and heart-wrenchingly attractive asshole.

Damn.

Nope. You weren't doing this.

After clearing your palms of dust and your mind of salacious thoughts, you walked purposely towards him, pointing at the item squished in the crook of flexed his arm.

"Hmmph...Already shopping around and kissing up to your next department? Cute...Those paper towels are mine..."

Taehyung lifts the paper towels above his head as you reached for them.

"Seriously? You're gonna be like this towards me now?" He says with an incredulous chuckle.

"I don't know what you're talking about.." You rolled your eyes as you hopped feebly in an attempt to match Taehyungs exaggerated reach.

"Stop being mean. If you don't want me to transfer, you could just say that." He smiles.

"And what? You'd stay?" You ask with a sarcastic smile as you hopped up again, still too short to reach, even in heels.

"Maybe. If you asked nicely..."

You snort with amusement at that. The nerve of him, flirting as if nothing had changed. Flirting as if he hadn't pointedly ignored you for days until now. You weren't even going to give him the energy or the satisfaction of being affected by his emotional whiplash.

After hopping on your heels one last time you sighed with great exasperation.

"Keep dreaming. Now, the paper towels. Give it. Last time I'm asking." You took a step back and placed a hand at your hip tiredly. Your hand was jutted out before him, your fingers curving to prompt him to hand what you wanted over immediately.

Taehyung glances down at your hand then back up at you.

"I'm off your clock, you're not the boss of me right now.." he grins playfully, now lowering the paper towels from over his head to stash them behind his back.