Serendipity

Chapter 15: Push and Pull

"Well if it isn't Nam Dosan!" Yongsan drawled as he came up behind the brunette, taking a seat next to him.

"I'm pretty sure Chulsanie didn't put you on the guest list." Dosan hissed back, turning his attention to the familiar rodent.

"You should know better than anyone that a minor detail like that is insignificant in our circles." Yongsan shook his head with a raised eyebrow as he ordered himself a drink with the nod of his head.

"I'm awfully surprised you haven't made your move yet."

"What move would that be? Oh you mean corrupting your business.. well, Dosanie, I wouldn't speak too soon if I were you." He winked before his glass was empty and he was gone, pacing himself from the bar and remixing into the crowd.

Not even able to make a comprehensive attempt at a comeback, Dosan was left in dismay as he scanned the room for Dalmi or any evidence of entertainment. Even Dosan knew that he was in a foreign position without Yongsan making a move and even now as he sat at the bar, without Dalmi to converse with, he was completely bored.

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"Dalmi-ya! You made it!" Saha smiled with ease as she advanced towards her best friend a few feet away but was confused when Dalmi raised her hand, continuing to beeline for the bar.

"I will be right back." She concluded as she tapped her heels against the marble floor, glaring straight to the suspect.

Frowning, Saha let her go as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

Dosan turned to see Dalmi pacing towards him.

His first impression was to smirk. The way her dress clung to her heaving chest as she braced forward was effortless. But as she came closer, his eyes flicked to hers; the mask she was wearing and the glint in her eyes made him question her.

"Dalmi-ya. Where have you-" he attempted but just as the words slipped from his lips, her hand was greeted with the side of his perfectly shaven cheek.

Hissing at the impact, he bit his tongue, clenching his jaw, bracing his cheek and turning to the furious flurry of crimson.

"Wae -" He spat as he grabbed her wrist as she made an effort to hit him again.

She didn't want to make a scene and turning to catch Saha's mortified look and some guests staring, she ragged her arm free and fled.

Dosan followed her with haste as the party continued, people mingling once more as the pair disappeared.

"Why did you find it necessary to assault me! If you wanted to play dirty, all you had to do was ask!" Dosan called after her as he found her in a deserted room. He smirked with ease as his anger subsided a little.

"Shut up." She spat.

"I don't know what you think I did but you've got me all wrong." He protested at his failed attempt at lightening the mood.

"Jeongmal? Have I really?" She turned to meet him with the most sorrowful of evil filling her orbs.

"So when I went to your penthouse, why there was a file of my CEO slander history sitting innocently on the bar while some blonde bimbo strutted around half naked?" She cried, standing her ground.

"What the hell are you talking about? And why were you at my penthouse? I told you we would meet here and I have no idea who you are referring to. I have been at the office all afternoon." He fought back, fuming from the accusations flying from her primed mouth.

"You sent a note!" She yelled again, flinging her arms in the air this time.

"A note? But I don't send notes, Dalmi-ya. I message you though through the new phone I sent since you asked for a bug free one last time," he argued, frustrated that she would even assume he would do it again.