Dragged her

Her eyes snapped open to the harsh office light, her ears buzzing in sync with the hum of beaming tubes above her desk. Once more, Y/N arrived early in the hopes of catching up on work before the day's chaos started. Her cheeks still red from the warmth of her dreams, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Dreams of the boss she could not stop thinking about, Taehyung. Ever since she first saw him, his piercing gaze and sharp jawline had followed her around, and now, even in the starkness of her office, she could not get rid of the sensation of his touch.

A jumble of papers littered her desk, a holdover from her failed attempt to focus on anything but the man who had so much control over her. Breathing deeply, she focused on the pile before her. Every document represented a stone in the barrier she had constructed to ward off her cravings, but as of right now, the cement was fracturing. Aside from the occasional footstep in the hallway, the copier's hum, and the distant sound of someone's phone ringing, the office was quiet. She knew she had to take advantage of the quiet before the storm.

As usual, Taehyung's office door was closed. The rest of the floor was sleek and modern, with the heavy wood providing a striking contrast. It appeared as though he was deliberately differentiating himself from the other staff members. Every time Y/N heard the click of his heels getting closer, her heart skipped a beat and she struggled to breathe steadily. Her knees went weak at the way he talked, walked, and smelled—a combination of expensive cologne and the after-effects of nature.

The day passed slowly, a haze of emails and spreadsheets. Y/N's thoughts kept going back to the last time she had seen him, the way his gaze had followed her out of the room. The expression carried a sense of hunger and something built-in and unsaid. It was a look from him that she had never seen before, and it made her shiver. She gathered her belongings as the clock finally reached five o'clock, her mind racing. With this tension coiling inside her chest, she knew she couldn't just go home. Rather, she found herself strolling down the hallway, her heels tapping the marble surface, and making her way to the executive restroom, which was the one location she was certain she would find him.

The coolness of the marble countertops contrasted sharply with the heat building inside of her, causing her hand to shake as she pushed open the heavy door. With a deep inhale, she entered the room as his cologne began to fade. The sound of the shower running and the water hitting the tiles reverberated off the walls. She blurted out, "Taehyung-ah, oppa," hoping to lighten the situation by using the family term as a gentle tease. She wasn't prepared for the shower stall door to swing open or for his seductively dark eyes to meet hers.

He gave a simple nod of his head without saying anything. She only needed that invitation. She moved in closer, the warmth of the shower warming her skin and the steam enveloping her. He extended his arm, encircling her wrist, and dragged her into the restroom alongside him. She was first startled by the cold tiles, but then she felt the warmth of the water envelop her, blending with his body's heat. Without waiting, he pushed her back against the wall and gave her a forceful, demanding kiss.

As they explored each other, the water cascaded down their bodies, and every movement felt more urgent due to the slick tiles beneath their feet. As they held her in place, Y/N could feel the strength and strain in his arms. She didn't care at the moment, even though it was a clear reminder of the power dynamics at work. The sensation of his mouth against hers, the taste of his breath in her ear, and his overall presence consumed all of her thoughts. As the water poured down on them, she reached up and tangling her hands in his hair, drawing him nearer.