"So you are going to ignore me after so many years." His words stung your heart and you could feel your throat getting arid and heavy.
Reluctantly, lifting your upper eyelids, your chocolaty eyes met his cocoa ones again. The words in your throat w...
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TAEHYUNG’S P.O.V.
Walking out of the filming studio after giving an interview with Jimin beside me while reciting my schedule for the week, “Today’s schedule is almost done. Oh, Yeah. A dinner with Ms. Emma in the Grand Orchid restaurant at 8 tonight.” Halting my steps, I watched Jimin walk past me without glancing before I asked, “Repeat the last line.”
Turning to the right, Jimin looked up to find me but wiggled his head when he didn’t before turning behind, “Mr. Kim, what are doing behind me?” He whispered before ambling back to me, “So I said you have a dinner date with Ms. Emma at 8 tonight.” Parting my lips, I could feel the frustration turning up, “And who asked you to add it to my schedule?” I asked with a stiff voice.
Discerning him straightening his back, Jimin sealed his lips. His orbs traced the vista behind my shoulder before he stammered, “Hmm… Your father, Mr. Kim.” Closing my eyes in frustration, I could feel my hand fisting while my throat went arid. When will you stop deceiving me, Dad.
“You are good to go, Jimin. We will discuss the schedule tomorrow.” I declared as Jimin parted his lips to explain himself but couldn’t. I am not in the mood to argue with him or fight him over my father’s deceptive devilment.
My father’s antics have gone much farther than I thought. He is doing everything possible to get me and Emma close but I ain’t gonna let him.
“Good night, Mr. Kim.” Jimin muttered as I hummed before stretching my hand in front of him. He looked at me with befuddlement before his eyes sparkled, cottoning up gradually. “Yes, I know. I know.” He remarked before slipping out my black shades from the pocket of his suit jacket and placing it on my palm.
Raising one of my eyebrows, I blinked making Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?” He asked as I clicked my tongue before answering, “Car keys.” Opening his mouth in an ‘o’ shape he nodded gently, “Sorry.” He muttered as I put on my shades before he took out the car key from the pocket of his pants and hung it on his index finger with the key ring.
I gave him a nod before pulling the key off his finger and striding towards my car, “See you tomorrow, Mr. Kim.” I heard him shouting as I stretched my left hand and waved at him without a glance.
Shutting the door of the car, I dialed the second phone number on the screen of the car and steered out on the road.
After a few rings, I heard his heavy voice, “When will you stop deceiving me into your shitty things?” I asked without letting him say a word, “Until your marriage.” Dad retorted from the other side making me clench my jaw.
Rubbing the tip of my nose, I let out a heavy sigh, “I am not going.” I declared before pressing the red button on the screen.
Accelerating my car towards my home when I heard my phone ringing after five minutes, taking a glance at the screen I sighed Emma. “What’s with her now?” I muttered before sliding the green button.
