I let go of his hand, looking over my shoulder. "I should go. Your secretary said this was your lunch break."

"She wasn't wrong," he admitted. He stood up, buttoning up his coat. "Say, how about you join me for lunch?"

I raised my brows. "Me?"

"I see no one else here that I would ask," Taehyung drawled. I nearly cringed slightly at the sarcasm.

He walked over to the door, opening it for me.

"Thanks," I murmured, exiting his room.

The old secretary glanced at me. I didn't bother saying sorry. Not when I knew I was right.

Taehyung exchanged knowing looks with the old woman before catching up with me.

"Where are we going?" I asked, more to fill the silence I knew would soon to come.

"A café I go to often. It's basically a restaurant, but it's more famous for its beverage."

Taehyung pressed the elevator button, the doors opening. We both went inside, him pressing for ground floor.

The wait was now accompanied with this uncomfortable silence. I fidgeted a lot, either tucking a loose stand behind my ear, or playing with a ruffle.

Taehyung looked like he wanted to make a conversation. But then I've never been great at small talk. I can't be asked to listen about someone's irrelevant bullshit.

"Are you alright, Miss Yoon?"

I perked my head towards Taehyung. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"Someone in particular?" he asked, as the doors finally opened.

What kind of question was that? "No, just over the fact that I'm a... a model of V. That I'll be working for..." I looked at him. "You."

Taehyung and I walked over to the exits, pushing the doors open.

He twisted his lips at my statement. "With a person as beautiful as yourself, I should be the one thinking that about you. Not the other way around."

I was disgusted at how many times I was blushing, but I couldn't help it.

As me and Taehyung walked down the high end, I was surprised that no press or paparazzi bothered him. I said as much to him.

"No one really comes at me in the high end of Seoul," he explained. "Mainly because I've already showed them before never to bother me while I'm having lunch."

Oh yeah. A huge thing went around a few months back where a journalist was pestering Taehyung while he was out eating.

Let's just say her face was covered with food when she returned.

I wasn't really surprised. Everyone knew about Taehyung's temper. He was calm right now, though, so that was alright.

He turned right, and the sign Scent of Seoul flickered in front of us. "That's the one," he said.

Taehyung pushed the doors open, ushering me to go in first. I took a step inside.

The restaurant looked glamorous, beige painted on the walls and mahogany lining every side of the room. Chocolate brown chairs adorned most of the floor, and on the far right sat a long counter. On the tables sat flower-filled vases.

The café looked expensive. Dozens of well-dressed men and women ate and conversed in the restaurant, an air of rich and high class clear in the room.

I felt a little out of place. Clearly I shouldn't be here.

Why did I agree to come here?

"You seem worried, Miss Yoon," Taehyung said.

I shook my head, as if shaking my insecurities away. "I'm good, Mr. Kim," I assured him.

He looked at me for a moment before turning his attention towards the approaching waiter.

"Welcome back, Mr. Kim," the waited greeted, smiling at the man next to me.

Taehyung returned it. "I'd like a table for two," he said. "The usual table."

"Of course," the waiter replied. "Please follow me."

The usual one, eh? Probably comes here a lot.

The waiter led us to the far end of the room, going up the wooden stairs. Another floor of the restaurant appeared before us, but this time there were more windows.

The man stopped at a table on the far left. Taehyung held out the chair to me.

I raised a brow at him.

Taehyung chuckled. "Just being a gentleman, Miss Yoon."

Oh. I sat down as he slid the chair in, him going over and sitting on the chair opposite me.

"Would you like your lunch with black coffee, sir?"

"Yes, please," Taehyung answered. He glanced at me. "And a salad for the lady."

I blinked. Is this guy fucking serious?

"Actually, no salad," I cut him off. "I'll have your heaviest meal. I'm starving."

The waiter gaped at me. As did Taehyung, to my astonishment.

Had they never seen a girl eat real food before? Idiot.

"Err, yes, madam," the waiter stuttered, hurrying back downstairs.

"Salad," I muttered under my breath. "What do you take me for, a healthy woman?"

Taehyung burst out laughing. I stared at him, surprised.

He rested his head in his hand, grinning. "You're very amusing, Miss Yoon," he said sensually, eyes dancing.

I looked down at my hands locked on my lap. And you're very hot.

I frowned. Fucking stop, Sora. This is literally the third time you've met him.

The food arrived in the waiter's hands, setting a plate of sandwiches in front of Taehyung while putting a steak with steamed vegetables in front of me.

"I hope you... both..." the waiter started, giving me a look,"Enjoy your lunch."

Taehyung nodded and I gave him a knowing smile which sent the waiter scurrying back.

Shaking his head, Taehyung smiled as he dug in, me following soon after.

The steak was delicious. I was internally squealing at how incredible it tasted. I was finished in seconds.

Taehyung arched an eyebrow at me as he took another bite of his sandwich. "How have you finished this quickly?" he asked, tone incredulous.

I shrugged. "It was really good, that's all."

Taehyung smirked. "You're welcome," he said as he sipped his coffee.

My cheeks burned slightly. God, now I look like a greedy freak.

"Don't look so down, Miss Yoon. There's nothing wrong in enjoying food."

"Not when you look like a pig," I countered.

"You looked anything but," he assured me, taking another sip.

I drank some water, hoping to God that he would start the conversation.

"Now, Miss Yoon, you haven't told me much about yourself," Taehyung said. He started on his second sandwich.

"Me?" I repeated. "Well, uh, there's not much to say, really."

"I'm sure there is," Taehyung pressed. "You look like a woman with a tale to tell. And lucky for you, you have an audience ready to indulge in your story."

This guy. I was an average woman yet this guy made me think I'd have travelled the world in a 100 days, owned hearts and broke them, been in an adventure or five.

Yet I told him the ground basics. That I was a girl of a normal background but had an extraordinary dream to be a model. How school wasn't the greatest, but I scraped through, and how I am now, living on my own.

I didn't tell him about my financial situation, or how bad of a background mine truly was. Pity is the last thing I would want from him, and I certainly am not begging for it.

Taehyung listened through it all, not interrupting me once. He was finished with his lunch by the time I was finished with my story.

"A rebellious woman, then?" he mused, as he got up. He took out a wad of notes and put it on the table.

I was about to object when I stopped. This restaurant is expensive and you ate probably half your savings worth. Just let him pay.

I was about to get up when Taehyung came over to me, pulling my chair so I could stand.

"Chivalry isn't dead after all," I said.

Taehyung chuckled, a sweet little sound. "I do try."

We were out of the restaurant, and now on our way back to the V Headquarters.

We made general small talk until we arrived at the gold building.

Taehyung stopped in front of the entrance. "It was lovely having lunch with you." A side-smirk. "It felt just like a date."

With the amount of blushing, I was as red as a tomato. I tried to conceal it as I smiled. "Just cut the salad and it would have been perfect."

His eyes sparkled. "I hope to see you again, tomorrow. You're project will start at 10am sharp."

"I'll be there," I promised.

"Good." He turned his heel and walked to the entrance.

He looked back at me as he gripped the handle. "It was nice meeting you again, Miss Yoon."

He went inside, doors closing behind him.

I tucked a loose strand behind my ear. "And you, Mr Kim."

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