Imposterism | KTH

Exhausted

07

It was a long ride, but finally we got to my apartment building. Taehyung parked the car in the basement and got out without a word. I undid my seat belt, put my sunglasses in the handbag and got out as well.

"I can take it from here." I told him, putting my hand over his arm before he could open the door of the backseat.

He stopped, jaw clenched. "You're clearly not well." He bluntly said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I am and I said I can take it."

Taehyung looked straight at me, annoyed. "You're not. You look pale. Your hands are shaking."

I balled my hands into fists. He has helped me enough. I can't let this go on. "I'm fine."

"Let me help you." He insisted.

He was getting on my nerves, acting all condescending towards me. "God, Taehyung, I said I got this."

"I just want to help."

"I don't need your help!" I snapped at him making his eyes widen for a second. My voice came out louder than I expected, due to the echo in the parking.

"You know what," He took a step closer to me, voice dropping an octave. "I thought you weren't one of those stuck up arrogant celebrities, but I was wrong."

"Arrogant?" I scoffed, folding my hands. "You're the one getting in all my business."

He raked a frustrated hand through his hair. "Getting in your business? I was just trying to get to know you. People do that in the real world, Ms. Yoona. Surprisingly, without being rude."

My nostrils flared as I bore holes into his skull. "Oh, just 'cause a girl refuses to answer your questions, you think she's being rude?"

"No, she's being rude because she thinks she is above normal people who are showing her basic human courtesy." The smart-ass countered making me want to rip those gorgeous mint hair off his head.

"No one asked you to do anything!" Blood coursed twice as fast through my veins.

"I know, but I want to."

I put my hands on my waist, chuckling darkly. "That's not my problem."

"Unbelievable!" He scoffed loudly.

"You think I owe you because you did me favors, huh?" I smirked at him, tilting my head.

"No, I don't." He replied firmly, but I could tell I got under his skin.

"Oh, I forgot, you must be used to getting your way with people." My voice was laced with acidic sweetness. "Right, Mr. Kim?"

"You don't know shit about me." He rasped, warning me. "Don't go there."

"Or what, huh?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. His face flushed with anger, body tense as we stood in close proximity to assert dominance. I jabbed my finger in his chest pushing him off the edge. "You spoilt, entitled, rich-"

"Shut up!" He made a low guttural sound.

"You can't shut me up with your money, Mr. Kim!"

Suddenly, he cupped my face, fingers tangling in my hair, pushing me backwards so my back was against the car. His lips, not even an inch away from mine. The wind, knocked out of my lungs.

"You don't know shit about me." He breathed into my mouth. "So. Shut. Up."

I was frozen under his gaze. My whole body tense, chest rising and falling. I bit my lips forgetting that we were arguing about something momentarily. His thumb grazed my lower lip, freeing it from the grasp of my teeth.