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Part 25

You were panting while rushing towards the office. You remember waking up very early to the phone call of Mrs Kim. She, along with Ana, took you to Ana's personal boutique to discuss on the wedding dresses of Taehyung's and yours.

You were a bit awkward in the beginning, and even told them that it was too early to decide on the wedding dresses but Mrs Kim was too excited that you didn't had the heart to let her down. Also, those were just sample dresses so it wasn't a big deal.

But something which was a big deal was that your phone's battery was at the lowest in the morning and you didn't even get enough time to recharge it. You already knew that Taehyung had a morning meeting so you called the receptionist instead to inform about going to the office in the second half.

Reaching your cubicle, you couldn't help but take a small peek at his cabin but frowned after not being able to locate him inside through the glass door. "Where is he?" You thought but shrugged it away, concentrating on your pending work.

A few hours rolled down and your shift nearly came to an end but still there wasn't a trace of Taehyung. You felt so strange after not seeing him for almost the whole day. A sigh escaped your mouth after you realised that he didn't even bothered to drop a message about his whereabouts.

You pulled out your phone and decided to call him yourself but scoffed when he didn't pick up. "What the hell?" You tried again but he wasn't answering.

On the other side, Taehyung was seated on the chair of the restaurant, with a frown which wasn't showing up in his face. He eyed the screen of his phone which was lighting up with your caller ID but couldn't pick up the call.

Before him sat a lady with dark blonde hairs, wearing a tight fit red dress and a red gloss complementing her pale white skin. Choi Yumi. Her right hand was holding the fork pressing the green leaf served on the plate and her other hand was busy in curling the loose strand of her blonde hairs.

Seeing the food which she ordered, which was a salad bomb, old memories flashed in his mind and he remembered how you hated to eat this vegetables. He smiled a little remembering your poker face when you were given to eat that.

Thinking about it now, he realised that there were so many differences between you and Yumi. In fact, there were many differences between you and any other girl who belonged to a rich family.

You never boasted about being rich or showed off with your father's money, instead you wanted to work and earn yourself. You were never fussy about being irritably hygienic and diet conscious, you never liked to wear branded clothes or highlight about wearing them in particular, you never liked to lace your skin with heavy makeup. You never liked to go clubbing every other day and waste money on hookahs and gambling.

You were just a little bit chaotic and irritating. Yet so adorable and innocent. You were just a little bit messy and mischievous. Yet so pure and kind. You were so annoying yet so lovable. So lovable that even he, Kim Taehyung, couldn't help but fall heads over heels for you.

"So?" She continued the conversation. Taehyung raised his brow at her, looking up from his phone. He badly wished to be with you at this moment because this certain lady was irritating him to the core, just the way she used to do before. "So?" He imitated her facial expressions, tracing the ceramic mug of coffee, too full with the ambience itself to eat anything properly.

"How have you been after college?" The blonde smirked, letting her eyes run over his face, making him groan internally. Only if he could get out of this situation. "It's the same that I wanted to be. Peaceful..." He took a small sip of the latte. "...until now." She heard his loud murmer but didn't let the frown dawn upon her face.