discovering your boss taehyung has had a crush on you since he hired you (part 1)
pairing: reader x kim taehyung
warnings: love confession, reader thinks little of herself, he’s so down for her
Coming to Paris was always a delight, whether it was business-related or just for fun.
You had grown up in big cities, and you were used to the unnerving sound of life that only ran in places like Paris. The smells too didn’t bother you, as much as the atmosphere.
You spoke French almost like a native, but you loved the way French people were so quick to frown at your accent and correct you. Unlike many foreigners, you didn’t hate French people.
You were Taehyung’s personal assistant for two years, and considering the man’s love for France, you were very lucky to always travel with him to Paris.
Of course, during those business trips, you always had to attend to him and accompany him wherever he went, but it was a bonus in your already great job.
Two years ago, you had been recommended to him by a friend, and you had the luck to meet him, one if not the biggest idol in the world. You were awfully aware of the fact that he was a high-level celebrity, which had made you very stressed at the beginning of your contract, but he had seen it and had relieved you.
The truth is, he was a very mature and kind person, traits sometimes rare in famous people. Before him, you had grown used to cold celebrities that didn’t bat an eye at you, making you run wherever from dawn to night.
But not him. No, Taehyung was someone very down-to-earth who was extremely polite to absolutely everyone. He was also funny and considerate, helping some staff members with basic chores, which shouldn’t shock you as much as much as it did the first time you saw him doing it, but the change had been very welcome for you, who had only known disdain in your line of work.
You had discovered and learnt so much with him about the Korean culture and language. When he had learnt you talked six languages, he grew the desire to teach you Korean, making it his life mission every time the two of you would see each other for work. He liked calling you Noona, which he had told you was a way of calling a girl older than a boy.
You hadn’t complain, how could you when he looked so pretty when saying it ? The thought was endearing to you, and Taehyung had never been something else but supportive to you, even as your indirect boss.
The fact that he was absolutely drop-dead handsome was a huge bonus too. His muscular chest and shoulders, rippling muscles, and his godly perfect face were better than a monthly salary bonus.
Really, you had taken time to stop staring at him with admiring eyes, or to check him out sometimes. You remember your first weeks, when you’d stutter and blush at him, being intimidated by him. He’d always smile at you like it was nothing and you weren’t acting unprofessional, but you had forced yourself to get over it.
Of course, he had taken upon himself to make you more comfortable with him, which had absolutely not helped your growing crush on him.
Now, it was way easier to hide the fact that you were completely enamored with him, at least you liked to think that way. Plus, he was such a sweetheart with you, acting more like a friend than a boss, which made you more at ease.
Today, you had to come to his hotel room earlier than usual to give him his schedule. That task was something he had insisted on you doing, claiming it was way better this way to go through his day.
And since it absolutely did not bother you to see his still-sleeping face daily, you had agreed with butterflies running down your stomach and a shy smile.
When you knocked at his door, you expected him to open it instantly like usual with a big smile like everytime he saw you. However, nothing happened. When you knocked again, placing your ear on the door, you couldn’t hear anything, so you sent him a message.
hey, are u still asleep? pls wake up i need to give u the schedule…
taehyung? are u ok?
Thinking he probably slept in, you decided to wait for him to answer. You decided to go buy him a cafe to wake him up, and a croissant, the French pastries always making him giggle and smile, the sigh making your insides melt.
When your phone dinged, you looked at it and felt relief when you saw his answer
Sorry, noona
jet lag made me sleepy
where are you now? You can come in
Chuckling to yourself, you went back to his room, and entered, calling out for him while closing the door. You were holding the pastries’ bag with your mouth, his coffee in one hand as his schedule, and some papers you had to deal with later in the day. You spoke out, assuming he was in the bathroom getting ready.
« I got you the pistachio croissant! It’s the one you wanted to try last time when we didn’t have the time. »
Still struggling with the door, you tried to push it with your hip, keeping talking.
« And of course, I bought you a coffee to wake you up. By the way, it’s no big deal.. »
But the air was cut off in your lungs when you turned, finally succeeding in locking the hotel room. He was standing right behind you, looking down at you with his big brown eyes, full of both heat and light. You gulped, your lips parting to let out a breath.
You loved his eyes, they were so expressive and beautiful. Once, he had to wear lenses for a shooting and you had frowned at the sight of him, making his face feel weird to you somehow. Fortunately, the head stylist had said it wasn’t in sync with the shooting theme so they got it removed.
Now he was so close, you wondered how you didn’t notice him earlier. Your eyes ran down his frame, noticing his messy hair, and sleepy face, contradicting his buffed body. His whole body was radiating heat, making you shiver, and you noticed how his eyes went down to your body, giggling and taking a step back like it was nothing. Like he didn’t just destroyed your mental health by just standing close to you.
« Hi, noona. Sorry for earlier, I slept in »
His pout made you gulp, freezing for a beat too long, before nervously laughing, handing him the croissant and the coffee he took with a full-on smile.
« I told you it’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you, so I didn’t enter »
« You can come in whenever you want, I don’t mind if it’s you »
Your brain disconnected. What was that? Was it something he really said or your biggest dream acting now?
You looked up to him slowly, only to see him happily munching on the croissant like he hadn’t dropped the bomb of the century that would make you overthink at night.
You opened your mouth, only to stutter something that looked like a whimper you immediately hid with a cough.
You tried to build your composure back, which was complicated when you felt his stare still burnt through you, making your skin heat.
«Ahem… Okay so today….you have a quick rundown with Celine’s team over the looks they’ll give you tomorrow, then you will be able to eat wherever you want…and after that, you meet with Mr. Park and Mr. Leval»
You looked up again, just to see him stare at you intensely, his croissant long-gone.
You tilted your head, thinking you made a mistake. You were usually trying your best bot to mess up his schedules, which was complicated for a busy man like him, but maybe you did wrong today?
« Uh..did I say something wrong? »
However, he corrected you quickly, his hand shooting to pet your arm, the gesture meaning to soothe you, but making your whole body shiver and your spine burning at his action.
« No it’s perfect. If you want we’ll go eat at La Tour d’Argent together. I know you like it there »
Once again, you shut down.
What was that???
Was he extra flirty today, or was it a joke your mind was playing you?
You blinked, your cheeks blushing immediately. How did he know that..? And why would he eat with you alone ?
In all the years you worked for him, you had been aware of all the ridiculous dating rumors surrounding him. They made him grumpy sometimes, you knew he loved his privacy, and he didn’t like his friends associated with him in a romantic manner for gossip.
So why would he risk to be seen in public with you just because he knew you liked a restaurant ??
Your hands were sweating, your eyes trying to decipher his face, but he held your stare as if everything was normal.
Your croaked out a response, shaking your head to stop your desilusions. Maybe he wanted to talk y’to you about how you’ve acted around him? Oh my god, you thought, maybe he had noticed your crush on him and wanted to fire you ??
« Um…I don’t know- we will see ? »
time skip⏳
You entered your hotel room, immediately kicking out your heels off your feet. You sighed, locking the door behind you. Your gesture was robotic, the tiredness of the travel finally catching up to you.
You day had been nothing but hectic.
Taehyung had been very nice as usual, but there had been something in the atmosphere around the both of you that had changed. You had noticed him staring multiple times during the day, even during brands meetings where you had to take notes for him. He had walked closer to you than usual, his hand brushing yours like a menace. The first time it had happened you apologized, thinking you stumbled.
But as he did it again and again, your blush got redder, and you stopped talking.
During lunch, he took you to La Tour d’Argent, but hadn’t talked of firing you, which had made you relieved. When he insisted on paying, you had felt a bit uncomfortable, but he had assured it was okay.
Everything had set you on the edge. You wouldn’t dare thinking of it like a show of interest from him, preferring to crush the bubble of hope that had formed today. He could not just like you. He was Kim Taehyung, idol of idols, and you were just…you.
After a relaxing shower, trying to rinse the stress and tension out of you, you had climbed on your bed to watch a stupid show on TV. Your eyes had almost closed from exhaustion, when you heard a knock at your door.
Sighing softly, you got up to open the door, thinking it was a hotel staff or one of your colleagues that formed your team.
But your eyes opened wide when you answered the door, only to find Taehyung leaning on the doorframe, biting his nails as in deep in his thoughts. He seemed tired as well, his hair looked messy like he had passed his hand through his strands.
He instantly looked up at you, and sighed.
« Hey…I’m sorry I hope I’m not bothering you? I just wanted to talk to you. »
You tried to answer, but the shock made you freeze. You could only stare at him, your hands curled around your middle, as to protect you.
He smiled at you, making you realize you had just been staring up at him with your mouth opened. You let him enter, his warm body brushing yours for a moment, his cologne immediately filling your small hotel room.
You quickly closed the door and went inside to ask him if he wanted something to drink, but just as you were gonna speak, he raised his hand to stop you from talking.
« Please, I wanna speak first. I’m sorry, but this had been eating me since two years and I don’t think I can hold it back anymore. »
You nodded, your brows furrowed, feeling a pit of dread appearing in your stomach. You silently told him to keep going, as you sat on the edge of the bed and he took one of the seats available at the desk.
« I know this will sound so weird and unprofessional of me, and I ask you in advance to listen to all that I have to say. »
You nodded again, furrowing your brows. He raised his head, looking at you with glistening eyes, full of heat and want, and you felt your breath hitch.
« Noona, I like you. I might even love you, for what I feel for you is so important to me. Maybe this is too late or too soon, and I know I’m not an easy person to be with, but I needed to tell you this because I can’t live without you knowing I care for you like a lover does. »
to be continued….
