His Addiction || KIM TAEHYUNG - [#2 of Mafia series]

EP 11

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Y-yes, I did," I stammered out, my emotions all over the place. "You look so pretty in that red suit."

I mentally kicked myself. Had I just said that? Oh god, this was embarrassing. I waited for his reaction, my face going hot; wishing I just could disappear.

Why did I have to sound like this simp? What's wrong with me? I waited, holding my breath, my face burning with embarrassment. What if he laughs? Or worse, what if he thinks I'm an idiot?There was silence on the other end for a moment, and I could physically feel time grating to a slow, every passing second an endless torture. Then finally, I heard his soft chuckle, low and deep.

"You really think so, Angel?" His voice teased, but there was just something in it that made my heart stutter a beat.

God, he's going to kill me with this. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm down. "Yeah," I managed to say, though my voice came out in a shaky whisper. "You looked. fantastic."

God, I'm so lame. I sighed and cursed myself again, feeling just like a fool. Why-e-e-e couldn't I be cool for once? Why did he have to be so perfect?

"Coming from you, that means a lot," Taehyung replied, a smile still in his voice, but softer than it had been before—almost affectionate. "I was hoping you'd like it."

My heart did some weird little flip at his words. He really did this for me? No freakin' way. I had to be dreaming. This can't be real.

"Y-you were?" I asked, hardly believing my ears.

"Of course," he said smoothly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "After all, you're the only one I wanted to impress."

Oh. My. God. I'm officially dead. My heart can't take this. I leaned back against the door of the bathroom stall, feeling like I might actually faint. What does that even mean? Why does he have to say things like that?

I didn't know what to say, and my mind was a jumbled mess of emotions. Before I could think of anything to say, he went ahead, his voice lowering a notch.

"What are you doing right now? Think you can take a little break?"

A break? Was he asking to meet up? My brain was short-circuiting. I was a mess, but I couldn't say no. Not when he was the one asking.

"I-I can," I stammered, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. "What did you have in mind?"

There was a pause, and then he spoke, his voice rich with promise. "How about I come to pick you up? We can talk. and maybe do something fun. Just the two of us."

Oh hell. I'm really going to die today.

My mind was racing, and I had the hardest time trying to capture what was happening. It finally came: really. This had to be some kind of joke, right? Taehyung, freaking Kim Taehyung, wanted to pick me up and hang out-just me and him?-and it's not even the weekend!