☁︎--𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬

Bemused, Taehyung feels himself become slightly entranced within her gaze.

Just who was she exactly?

His lips tilt into that of a slight smirk, one that exposes the little of his amusement.
Something he would never admit to though, is just how flustered her pretty features staring up at him, make him feel. 

She was still kneeling in front of him, her line of sight directly reflecting onto that of his crotch and the way she wets her lips the slightest before up righting herself into a sitting position, unbeknownst pushing her thighs together, has Kim Taehyung flaring his nostrils and glancing away to spare himself of losing some of his dignity.

The name tag of that on the white coat that hugs her frame loosely states her to be Ms.Trustiath, and he recalls her last name to be amongst those of who'd had their chocolate designs recognised for their unique sphere of creation.

Then what was she doing on his accountancy department floor?

He watches as her dark lashes blink once, then twice as something close to recognition fills her eyes, before it is dismissed by confusion.

"Do you plan on getting off your knees any time soon, Ms.Trustiath?"
He asks, his usual tone of voice quite compressed with how breathy it sounds, and he has to clear his throat a bit to wet his vocal chords.

What was wrong with him?

The timbering over why he was acting the way he was, was left for later, as he instead opts to watch her reaction in front of the dozens of employees that were currently enjoying the show too much.

He also, kind of wanted to get out from beneath their curious gazes, since he had quite the reputation of being a womaniser talking its way through his staff, just yet another addition to why he hated their system of working ethics as much.

Because whenever do you discuss the man higher up, etched almost ten floors above you, and his sex life?

Aren't shit like that private?

Taehyung had learned that nothing was, private that is, not with how nosy everyone in this building was with their mannerisms of poking their nose into his private life.

Peachy, just peachy.

His brought back from his inner banter when Ms.Trustiath seems to snap into reality, what is odd, is that they both seemed to have been lost for quite a bit, and even more weirdly so, was that they lost each other in their eyes too. 

He watches her rise to her full height, with her stiletto heels she reaches him right beneath his chin, as to where he can smell the strawberry of her shampoo, and he takes another subtle inhale.

Why did he do that?

He hopes it looks like he's flaring his nostrils in disdain, and not because the woman in front of him smelt like a piece of heaven descended onto earth.

He notices as well that they're quite close to each other, and he's sure if he were to take another step into her general direction, also previously the direction of his office, they'd be chest to chest.

But he doesn't do that, he instead takes a respective couple steps back, and his gaze scans across the quarters of the cubicles where multiple individuals are poking their heads to watch the scenery, much like meerkats in the wildlife.

They also, much the same as meerkats in wildlife, dip their heads back into their respective holes when they feel the gaze of the predator on them, and suddenly the telltale sounds of computer keys and papers rustling continue as if everything hadn't just taken a pause with Taehyung's entrance.

With an inaudible grunt, he turns his gaze back to the woman in front of him, and he watches on as she shrinks back when their eyes meet again.

He was quite aware that his gaze had still been as cold and irritated when turning his attention back to her, he just hadn't quite expected her to be as, frightened as it seemed she had been. He feels guilt nip at the edges of his subconscious, and he immediately loses the steely look to his eyes, settling to have his expression blanketed with blankness instead.

"Ms. Trutiath."
Taehyung calls her attention back to him when she glances with nervousness etched in her gaze down his attire, and he was quite sure she had already made the correct assumptions herself.

"Mr. Kim?"
She asked, in a bit of a squeak, very much portraying the scorchedness of her nerves right then.

"If I may ask, whenever, had you decided to join my accountant department on the fifth floor?"
He asks, tilting his head in an angle that exposes of his curiosity.

If it hadn't already been leered in the honey pools he had for eyes.

Topping it a bit too much? eh.

"I..."
She pauses, her mind in shambles as she tries conjuring reasons other than her true purpose of why she was here.

She certainly couldn't tell him that she'd dwelled further away from the bathrooms and decided to take an adventurous journey to wherever she'd land on one of these twenty floors.

"Are you then not, part of my Craft and Designing department already?
Or would you like to have your position taken from you.
Maybe a demotion to helping the janitorial of this floor to the best of your abilities?"
His arms cross his chest, and the silver of his wristwatch spells quite clearly.

Kneel.

Or maybe a more an appropiate word would be, "obey"?

Kamazia can't help but linger her gaze on the way his coat seems to tighten around his tall form when he crosses his arms, his broad shoulders that she just knows would look good with her legs over them.

And she was officially demented. Ha. ha ha ha...

"I, I got lost on my way to the women's quarters."
Her voice sounds surprisingly even when she returns her wandering gaze to his accusing one.

The twitch of his lips definitely doesn't go unnoticed. She couldn't help but wonder, were they as soft as they looked? Shining a pinkish hue beneath the bright lights that casts a glow over the way they're slightly lilted upwards when he speaks.
She knows quite acutely as well that she has caught nothing of what he's said since he started his previous speech...

"Ms.Trustiath, did you listen to anything I've just said?"
He asks abruptly, and the only reason she'd noticed or even heard what he said was because he lowered his head into her line of sight, catching her gaze with his own.

"I,I did?"
She asks rather than says, regretting it immediately when he raises one of his brows at her ongoing of lies, and she will never admit to the shiver of a tingle that went down her spine just at the mere action of it.

"Follow me to my office, if you will."
He rasps softly, and the cold poised tone of it has her cowering in the scattering of her ashen nerves.

Internally of course.

She's reminded of why she's been in the position she's been when she finds her accomplice still on his hands and knees looking up at the both of them like a deer caught in headlights.

"Vernon, get it done already."
Taehyung said annoyed when he passes by, careful not to step on the papers still lingering on the floor and giving his employee that of a slithering gaze when he dares look up in his direction.

"Y-yes sir."
He stutters as he stumbles into a position other than kneeling on the floor.

When he looks to her, he mouths something inaudible that she can't catch.

She's in too much of a haste to decipher the way his mouth moves, flustered as she follows after the man that'll be ordering her to pack up her little box of belongings just unpacked into her respective space this morning.

She can already imagine the satisfied smirk of Fabio that waits for her at the apartment that still needs it's rent, the daunting look of his expression that spells his enjoyment because he was right.

She was nothing but a failure.

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I'm going to be making Fabio as bad as can be, to the point that you'd actually want to reach through the screen and castrate him of both his dick and balls.

I just enjoy writing of the toxicity of small, minded men, yk?

Love, Conversehigh<333