十一个小时。
you sit next to each other, your head resting on taehyung's shoulder as he tenderly runs his hand through the soft strands of your hair. you can't remember the last time someone had comforted you like this. it felt nice.
"hey." taehyung whispers to you.
"hey." you smile and whisper back.
"don't be upset, y/n." he says.
"too late for that. you've already seen me cry." barely anyone saw you cry.
"well, when all of this is over, you'll be in your fancy hotel, you still be just as rich and pretty—"
"you think i'm pretty?" shocked, you twist your head on his shoulder to look up at him.
taehyung looks back down at you with a sceptical expression. "are you, like, actually asking?" and once again the egotistical, rich brat of an image that taehyung had formulated for you is shattered. "you know everyone thinks you're pretty?" it comes out as more of a question than taehyung wanted it to, as he's seriously questioning the extent of your insecurities.
you continue looking at him, expression unchanging. you blink. you didn't think anybody took that much notice of you. "but do you think i'm pretty?"
"i would go as far as to say that i think you're beautiful," he smirks, "but i wouldn't want to fuel your ego even more."
something white hot pleasantly squeezes your chest and wraps around all of your other organs like tinsel. you can't hell but smile. "you're not too bad yourself, farm boy."
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12hrs - k.th
Fanfiction❝you know, you're not so bad when you're not being a stuck-up bitch.❞ ❝whatever, peasant.❞ or in which you, the rich kid, spend twelve hours with kim taehyung, the kid who grew up on a farm. tae x fem!reader • completed lowercase intended, short sto...
