The feeling of a soft touch stirred him awake. Taehyung opened his eyes, feeling disoriented and half-asleep, as he looked around. As his eyes searched for the source of the warm touch lingering over his chest, he realized that he was lying in his bed and there was an exceptionally charming woman next to him.

He stilled, confused as to why a woman was in his bed, and then a extreme coldness washed over him as he realized that he recognized the woman. It was Yeon Hayan. Frozen in horror, he stared at her sultry eyes that were looking up at him. For a moment, he couldn't move or think or do anything. Hayan lied next to him, apparantly topless with only the sheet covering her body. It was low enough to give him a peak at her chest and Taehyung resisted the urge to glance down from her face. His mouth hung open in shock, chapped parted lips, and a burning red face. Whether his face was flushed because he was aroused or the fact that he had the scariest woman in the world lying next to him, he couldn't decide, but a part of him couldn't help but be drawn to her beauty.

Her brown hair cascaded across his sheets, her porcelain skin glowed in the dim light, and her full lips curled into a sly smile. This couldn't be real, Taehyung told himself as he glanced down at his own body, horrified to find out that he was also unclothed.

What in the world had happened? No matter how much he tried to remember how they had ended up in this absurd situation, his mind was a wreck. The last thing he remembered was Hayan ripping up years worth of his art and now they were in his bed. Together. He was sure his heartbeat had become fast enough to send him into cardiac arrest, but there was another feeling besides fear and shock that had his stomach in a knot. Hayan's fingers brushed against his exposed skin again and he gulped, feeling goosebumps.

He decided he could ask questions later. Heart racing, he raised his hand, reaching out to touch her. As his fingers hesitantly grazed her milky smooth skin, he felt like he had fallen into a trance. Now all he wanted to do was lean in closer to her...closer...just a bit more...her lips were so plump...so kissable—

The sharp ringing of his alarm jolted him awake. Taehyung sat upright immediately, his breath catching in his throat, his wide eyes looking around for a presence beside him. But to his relief, Hayan was not in his room. It had all been a dream. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the vivid image of her in his mind. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. He had dreamt of Hayan, in his bed? The thought alone made him feel flustered. He tossed off the covers, trying to shake off the lingering haze of the dream and focus on reality.

"What is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself, trying to clear his head. Hayan was in the penthouse, sleeping two rooms away from his and he had the nerve to see this kind of dream? He sighed out in shame. But he had work to go to. There was no time to waste obsessing over the details of the dream.

Taehyung swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the ground as he tried his best to not think about the dream. He was about to get up and go to the bathroom when he glanced down at his trousers and noticed that in addition to his mental response to the dream— the embarrassment and shame he felt— he had also had a...physical response, much to his horror.

This was definitely going down as the top 10 most embarrassing moments in his life.

~~~

Like a teenage boy who'd been caught by his mother reading an adult magazine, Taehyung sat behind his desk, looking like an ashamed child. Breakfast had been a pain. Not thinking about his dream was nearly impossible when Hayan had been sitting across him, yapping to his mother about her preferences for an apartment. Needless to say, he hadn't managed to eat much and he hadn't been able to meet Hayan's eyes or his mother's eyes since he woke up.

He tried to focus on the familiar contours of his office, the same old sight of his computer and pens, and the soft hum of the city outside his window. But his mind kept drifting back to the dream, and the unsettling feeling it left him with.

He stood up, pacing across the room in an attempt to shake off the lingering sensations. Why Hayan, of all people? They had a long history of fighting and bickering. They had never gotten along. She was hostile. The thought of her in his bed, looking at him with that sly smile, made his face burn with embarrassment.

After a few restless moments, Taehyung finally stopped pacing and took a deep breath, trying to rationalize the dream. He didn't have the dream because he saw Hayan as a woman, no, it was just his subconscious mind playing tricks on him, a manifestation of his own frustration and stress. But no matter how much Taehyung tried focussing on work, the memory of Hayan's gentle touch lingered, refusing to be dismissed, a constant distraction. Even the thought of her was just as persistent and bothersome as she was in person.

With a growl of frustration, Taehyung moved near his desk, bending over it slightly as if he was having a bad stomach cramp. He huffed out as he glared at his pens that were neatly lined up next to a pile of unused papers. Daring himself to confront the truth, he pondered over the reason of that atrocious dream. What was it about Hayan that had invaded his dreams, and what did it mean for their complicated relationship?

Sure, Hayan was beautiful but Taehyung didn't remember finding her attractive enough to ruin his sleep. In fact, he didn't remember finding her attractive at all. She was pretty, it was a fact, but it wasn't something Taehyung had ever thought about much. Why did he have to see that devil for a woman in his dream? Taehyung felt frustrated and angry with himself and to counter his annoyance, he decided to pretend that it never happened. He never had that dream. That was that. This was one of those things nobody could even torture out of him. Never ever.

A knock at the door almost made him jump out of his skin. He quickly straightened up, feeling embarrassed at how fidgety he was. Taking on his usual professional look, he allowed the person on the other side to come in and Jungkook walked in, holding a file.

"Mr. Kim, here is the—"

"Jungkook, I have something to tell you. Something crazy happened this morning!" Taehyung burst out as soon as the door to the office was shut. Jungkook halted, seemingly taken aback, surprised that Taehyung wasn't his daily stiff and grumpy self. Instead, he awkwardly stood by his desk like a hyperactive child being forced to stay still. He also barely ever used first names with him at work, to seem as professional as possible, he would say, but he didn't care about that right now. He had to talk to somebody if he didn't want to go insane and who could be a better person to tell a secret than his best friend.

"What? Did Daehan group call and say they'll buy our stocks?" Jungkook mused.

"No, it was something even crazier. I had a bad dream,"

"Right..." Now he was looking at Taehyung as if he had come to the office wearing a bunny onesie. "...and?"

"Well, it wasn't a bad dream but not a good dream either. You know what I'm talking about, right? That kind of dream? You know, the kind of dream that boys have when they're going through hormonal changes once they hit puberty—"

"Do you mean you had an intimate dream?" Jungkook asked, cutting off Taehyung's helpless rambling.

"Yeah." Taehyung admitted in a strained voice, looking everywhere but at Jungkook. Jungkook's mouth hung open for a brief moment until he clamped it shut again, his lips stretching into a farcical smile.

"Who did you see in your dream?"

Taehyung tensed up at the question. He couldn't tell Jungkook he had seen Hayan out of all the woman in the world. It sounded too absurd. And Jungkook would definitely never let him forget it and he would laugh and he would make crazy assumptions. Taehyung couldn't have that.

"I don't know," he answered vaguely. "but I had an erection, Jungkook!" He added, looking freaked out.

"To a faceless woman? Are you that sexually frustrated?" Jungkook let out a laugh, walking to the desk and placing the file on it.

"Yeah, like this is so funny," Taehyung made a disapproving noise as he dropped back into his chair, rolling his eyes.

"You know, you might actually want to take your father's advice and date someone now," Jungkook said, looking amused. "It's fair, I mean, you're a man and you're 24, obviously you have your needs—"

"It's not like that!" Taehyung sounded more defensive than he had intended to. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at him, making him recoil further into his chair. "It's really not." He said, this time in a truthful calm voice.

"Sure." Jungkook grinned stupidly.

"Anyway, back to work, what's this?" Taehyung glared down at the file placed in front of him.

Jungkook might be right or wrong but he didn't have time to think about that stuff. He was too career oriented to date around and waste his time. He had a company to manage. The dream was probably caused because of stress. Maybe it was the workload. No, it was definitely the incident from last night when Hayan had ruined his artwork. This was just some nonsense way of his subconscious brain to deal with his frustration towards her.

Yes, that was it. He had finally figured it out. Stupid brain.

~~~

"You seem to be in a jolly mood today,"

Hayan raised her eyes to glance at Bora who was sitting across her, watching her intently as she took a sip of her orange juice. She took a bite of her sandwich merrily. Of course, I am, Taehyung hasn't called for me even once since the morning. What could make my day better than not having to see his face! Hayan thought to herself.

"Just slept well." She smiled.

"What about your plan of moving out?" Bora pondered, unwrapping a cold sandwich.

"Aunty convinced me that she'll find me a good place and I don't have to look for it myself," she responded as she glanced around the tables where everyone was busy eating and chatting, eager to use up their free time to take a breather. Lunch hour was Hayan's favorite time. The best part about working is when you don't have to work.

"Aw, Mrs. Kim is so nice," Bora praised. Yeah, she is. Hayan thought but didn't say it out loud.

"But I have to stay at the penthouse until I choose a place," Hayan said, a hint of annoyance in her voice that Bora missed.

"That's also nice, takes you back to your childhood, right?" She said.

"...right." Hayan scrunched up her nose, looking down at the table. Bora didn't know how she really felt about her childhood and the penthouse. She just assumed it was nice. Well, it was, a little bit. But it was too complicated for Hayan to explain it to her.

"You've probably seen his room, right? What does Mr. Kim's room look like? Oh, wait, no, what's his type? That's a more important question," Bora urged, food spitting out of her mouth as she hilariously talked through a mouthful. She always got too excited whenever she even thought of Taehyung.

"How am I supposed to know that?" Hayan deadpanned.

"You've known him since you were kids, of course you're supposed to know that!" She pressed.

"I'm not sure. Don't crush on him too hard. He might just be gay."

"G-Gay?!" Bora choked. Hayan shrugged, suppressing a giggle.

She thought it would be hilarious if it was real. She imagined her mother's face when she found out the man she so desperately had been convincing her daughter to marry was gay.

She chuckled. That would be joke of the century.

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A/N: an extremely late update lol sorry I've lost my will to live.
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