"But I fucking thought she was just a fucking fan and I thought you were fucking joking. My fucking brain just had to believe in something so fucking stupid. You know what, I don't fucking care! I have Jungkook. He's bias wrecker anyways," I scream.
He clicks his tongue and bites the inside of his cheek. Shit, he looks pissed.
Breaking his knuckles, he gets up. He stretches his hand out and tries to help me get up.
"Let's go to your apartment.... What happened? Are you fine?" he asks as I hold my ankle, checking the blister. He sits back and gestures me to remove my stilettos.
Squeezing his hand, I remove both my shoes and sigh. I shut my eyes and run a finger through my wound.
He gets up and searches for a bandage. Crouching down, he helps me and massages my feet.
"Can't believe you even wore make-up and heels just to meet him. I've never seen you wear a skirt!" he says.
"Huh... but what's the use? It's all a waste now," I say as he plops next to me onto the couch.
"That's fine, I'm pleased."
I hiss at him and roll my eyes. He helps me get up without my shoes and as my feet hit the cold floor, I flinch and sit back.
"Why is the floor so cold? Imma sulk and die cuz life is a lie, bogoshipda irreoghe malhanikka bogo-" he suddenly pulls me up and makes me stand on the cold floor.
"Put your feet over mine," he says and helps me stand on his feet, holding my elbows. He takes a step back and walks slowly with me over his feet.
"Aah, my dad used to do this when I was little," I say with a giggle, enjoying the moment.
As he twirls around and giggles with me he says, "you're still little and I can be your dadd-"
After five minutes of laughing like maniacs, I realize that his arms were snaking my waist. As I arch my back and stretch my arms in excitement, he leans forward and chuckles with me.
"So, what are you gonna do next?" he asks.
"Umm... stalk my new bias online. I still need to do research on Jungkook. Also, I need to buy three cartons of banana milk."
He suddenly slams my body against the wall, while I still stood on his bare feet. He cages me as my back hits the hard wall and bends to look into my eyes.
He moves his head closer and licks his lips.
I gulp nervously and stammer, "T-Tae what h-happened? What-" he presses his lips against mine. I subconsciously close my eyes and melt in his touch.
Not knowing what to do, I just keep my lips against his warm ones and wait. He moves lips and parts mine as his hands hold the nape of my neck, pulling me closer.
With my lips parted he kisses my lower lip and I kiss him back. I pull my body closer to him without breaking the kiss and wrap my hands around his waist.
As his tongue skims in and fights with mine for dominance, he deepens the kiss and presses his hard torso against mine.
I break the kiss slowly and gasp for air. Breathing heavily, he waits for me with his eyes still closed, not moving his face away.
"So, is Jungkook still your bias?"
Noticing that my breathing was back to normal, he crashes his lips against mine. As he moves them I stay still and don't kiss him back, eyes wide open.
He pulls his face away and stares at me after realizing I hadn't kissed back.
He abruptly moves away and rubs the nape of his neck. My feet touch the cold floor but the heat our bodies radiated, eliminated the discomfort.
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Flustered and perplexed, I sit on the couch and check my phone. Wow, no notifications! How the fuck am I supposed to act occupied?
Scrolling through the posts on Pinterest, I come across a fan edit. I click the video and glare at the screen.
In the video, with super intimidating specs and a blue coat with dark brown hair, Tae says, "Hi guys, my name is V. I'm a good boy."
