tzuyu opens her inbox, staring at taehyung's without directly opening his yet. gasping, having received a message from him—she panics, and panics even more having not reciprocated his follow. tzuyu merely stares in awe, unwilling to open it yet as she has yet to look for clever reply. her fingers hover over the screen's key board, thinking. she looks back at jungkook from her desk who was fast asleep on the floor.
after pressing the follow button, tzuyu finally opens his message. her inbox wasn't in fact dry and his was the first for her to open in a while.
tzu.99 happy now?
kim.tae 😧
pfft an emoji user.
kim.tae sure 🤷♂️
tzuyu couldn't help but feel her heart pound after receiving his replies. it's the thumping you get when the person you were expecting a message from, had finally texted. all of this because of jungkook's absurd act of putting her sns on a won bill.
on a won BILL.
she chuckles, proceeding to go about her sneaky ways of investigating his profile feed. it didn't hurt to look over previous pictures.
"holy hell." she mumbles under her breath as she scrolls. the aura he exuded was enchanting. was he born a prince in the past? everything about him screamed royalty and poise.
"he is so out of my league." she continued to mumble, scrutinizing every picture, as though she had been embedding a permanent image in her brain.
she tapped on one, cooing at the small fur dog he held. it reminded her of her own dog.
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kim.tae yeontan :)
she zooms in on taehyung. "he..
is so perfect.." tzuyu began to question if he was an idol or a model. his perfectly sculpted nose and defined eyebrows. . any agency would want him.
it just didn't sit right with her that she was now conversing with this pretty man, and is able to behold his presence everyday starting next week. "if you were his friend.. do you get used to it?"
"or do you go, ah you gorgeous thing, every five seconds?"
"mentally probably."
with her mind being else where, she presses the heart out of courtesy.
