"She's such a spoiled brat" you heard the make up artists say when you went pass them.

You heard them, but you chose to ignore them. They are partly true. You are a daughter of one of the biggest investor in SM Entertainment. Which is why no one— you mean no one, wants to go against your way.

You developed this interest on one of the company's group leaders. And starting that day, you always go where he was. His name is Taeyong. He never acted cold around you, which is the reason why you thought or hoped that maybe he kinda likes you too.

You went straight on his room where his make up is being done, before you entered you heard him talk to his make up artist.

"The brat is here again, Yong. Are you ready?" she said while making a disgusted face.

You scoffed at her comment. She acts so kind when you're in front of her and you can't believe that she said that.

"Where? I'll be fine, Eli" he said, laughing a little.

You were hurt, not because he said something wrong. You're hurt because he didn't even tried to protect your name in front of that staff.

"Rumors are running here, Yong. Do you like her?" she asked again.

You nervously moved relentlessly on your place. You know that if he said no you'll have to stop this attraction towards him.

He laughed. Which made you assume his answer already. You smiled sadly and walked away.

You stayed away from him for a few days now. Your father would often ask you if you're going to visit Taeyong or not but you would always say "no" to him.

Your phone dinged signalling a new text message. You lazily went to look and it was Taeyong.

"You're not coming today?" the text stated.

You smiled sadly. You knew he was doing that because your father told him so. You went on your father's office that evening to talk to him.

"Dad?" you called.

"Yes sweetie?"

"Can you stop ordering people at work to be nice to me? Even Taeyong" you can almost hear your heart breaking at the last part.

"Huh? What do you mean?" he curiously asked.

"You asked Taeyong to ask me if I'm going there earlier right?" you asked once again.

He shook his head in denial, "I never asked the artists to treat you nicely. Why? Is he bothering you?" he worriedly asked.

You shook your head in response and you decided to go back to your room.

You stared silently on the text that you received earlier that day. If he wasn't asked by your father to do that, you wondered what he wanted.

While staring at the text message your phone dinged again, it was a text from him again.

"Do you have a problem at home?" the text stated. You would always tell him about your day before. You realised it was kind of selfish because even when he's tired he would still encourage you to talk about what happened that day.

You would accidentally tell your "problems" which is about the material things you weren't able to buy because your mom would cut your allowance and such.

Deciding not to reply again because of the guilt, you decided to sleep your problems away.

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"Who's this?" you said, your eyes are still closed.

"?" the voice asked.

You eyes shot open when you heard that voice. It's freaking Taeyong!

You sat from your bed, totally waking up, "I— uh was busy" you reasoned out.

""

You closed your eyes in disappointment. You can suddenly imagine your personal assistant. You reminded yourself to teach her a lesson tomorrow.

"I'm busy— fixing my uh things" you reasoned out again.

"" he said huskily, you can already sense that he was tired from today's events.

"You sound tired, maybe next time yeah?" you assured him, even though you're not planning to visit him again.

"

You panicked when you heard him say that. You basically ran so you can see if he was really outside your house.

And— there he was. Standing outside the gates, on his hoodies, in the cold.

"What are you doing here? You should rest" you said thinking that he has to go home now.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he asked while moving closer to you.

You stepped back, not wanting him to touch you or else you'll break down again. He'll see how much of a brat you are again— which is something that you would want him to see.

"Go home Taeyong. I won't bother you again" you said, turning your back at him.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, trying to make you face to him.

"I heard you! I heard you talking to that make up artist!" you said, not being able to hold back how you feel anymore.

"And?" he furrowed his brows, looking curious.

"And what! what do you want me to add?! I know that I'm a brat! And you're just kind to me because of my father!" you shouted again while trying to get out of his grip.

"Did you heard the whole thing? I said I like you. And i know you're a brat" he laughed while hugging you.

You glared at him, trying to end the hug, "