It's been a week since my best friend and his family have crashed in Seoul. Taehyung and I have been going to the office everyday, whenever our presence was needed.

"Noona! Why can't we have a little get together sometime before they leave? I haven't talked to Dan-hyung in a long while!"

"Do you really want to associate with flat crackhead, Jungkook?"

"We do!" Jimin quirks from beside him, they were happily munching on some fresh bibimbap I made. They look like little children multitasking while eating. One hand held the spoon and the other held the sushi roll carefully as they bite into it.

Shaking my head at their cuteness, I disappear back inside the wall as I close the curtains for the hole in the wall. I haven't found a more fitting name for this window here.

I hear the door squeaking open as I look to my right. Mr. Perfect arrives while taking off his scarf, I was taking off my gloves as well. He was walking towards me, a little too paced if I may say. He towers over me when I greet him with a question.

"How was your vocal practi—"

"Don't talk about it."

My mouth has been shut and my eyes are wide open. I feel his warm lips on mine as I try hard to keep up with his pace. What's with his aggression?

"Taeh— Tae!" I push him off, a little too forcefully. He crashes into the dishes stacked behind him on the counter. As they fall, the loud sounds alerts everyone outside.

"What happened?" Namjoon is the first one to open the door and enquire. The room was relatively darkened, it always helped me with focusing on the stove fire somehow.

Taehyung breathes heavily, I know I fucked up real good this time. I watch him leave, he doesn't hesitate in showing his anger by pushing his hyung to the side.

"What happened to him?" Namjoon questions me, but I don't hold an answer with me myself.

"I...don't know." Saying, I try to follow him.

I know where he's heading to.

He's going to his studio, a private one for the vocalists of the floor. I bump into other artists in the building as I greet them back. Soobin asks me if I was alright, I hastily nod and follow Taehyung.

Damn his long legs.

When he takes a sharp turn, he catches my figure chasing him as I try to run now. Before I could reach his door, he had entered his cabin and refuses to allow me inside. I see the red— access denied— display in Korean and sigh to myself.

Now, I would hate to create a scene in front of everyone here. I can do better than knock up vigorously on an artist's door and sound stupid. Even if half of the employees in the new building are aware of the artist dating me, I have my own reputation to keep.

Unfortunately, I don't just feed the global group but also tend to others who come to me with an empty stomach. I try to feed the employees who approach me, choose me over the other chefs in other floors so I have to keep up my reputation.

"Taehyung, I'm sorry." I say, whispering in the crack of the door. I hear his response from inside immediately, though I expected him to treat me with silence.

"I'm not mad at you, Nari. I just wanna be alone. I'd appreciate it."

"Okay. But I want you to explain everything to me at home. I'm going home now. I don't think I can stay here and feed anger to others. Bye-Bye." Saying softly, I slowly move away.

I don't hear his response to that, meaning he's agreed to it. With a rotten mood and expression, I make my way back to the kitchen hall and collect my things from the cabin. I throw the apron on the counter in a fit of anger before leaving. But...that is very much unlike me.

And I hate to admit that I couldn't understand his aggressive emotions.

Should I have let him kiss me to calm himself down?

That sounded awful to me.

My actions were justified.

In the evening, I was playing with Kimmel and the baby girl when we hear the car dropping off the artist back home. My smile drops down as I see Taehyung entering the door, locking it behind himself. He removes his disguise, Kimmel running towards his favorite uncle when he recognises him.

I don't miss the fact that Taehyung was trying to apologize to me with a bouquet of flowers.

Subtly, I announce, "I'm going to my bedroom guys. I'm tired."

Taehyung follows up with my instructions clearly. He follows me after a minute, to look subtle.

As he opens the door, he sees me sitting on the bed with my arms folded across.

"Hey," there was no awkwardness, only guilt in him.

"Hi." I respond back. I shouldn't be mad at someone whom I don't know the story of.

Getting to my feet, I hug him while he opened his arms. His tight yet warm and soft chest is my abode. I can smell his masculine tiredness and cologne on his peach shirt.

"I'm sorry for behaving like that." He kisses the top of my head.

"It's alright. I'm sorry for what I did as well. Anyway. Tell me what happened." I say, lifting my head up and smiling.

"It's Kimona again."

Oh fuxk, not that bih again...

I glance into his eyes, he was looking away from me.

"What happened now? Oh, I hate that wrench."

"She tried to...um..."

Why is he blushing? He isn't smiling though. Is he flushing in rage? Is he angry at Kimona?
I don't feel so good about this.