[21+] Birthday Bear [Y/N x Kim Taehyung] Birthday 2020

Part 4 - Lace

You showed Taehyung into the living area of the apartment. It wasn't much to show him as it was quite small, but that didn't seem to stop him from peeking around all the corners of every piece of furniture.

"Tae, what are you doing?" Laughing, you looked at him leaning over the island counter, wiggling his butt as to the point that he almost tipped over and into the kitchen section. "Haha, be careful now. I don't wanna be the reason for BTS taking a hiatus because of your death."

Regaining his balance, he tipped himself back up and turned to you. "I wouldn't die from something like this. You on the other hand..." A wry smile grew on his face, and he stepped towards you - instantly making you walk backward. "Too slow, Cupcake~"

Before you could turn around to run, Taehyung threw himself at you and lifted you off the floor, and spun you around in the air.

"Taeee~" You squealed as he spun you around in circles, laughing as the surprise of the sudden lift turned to glee. "Put me down~"

"Why?" He kept spinning you, his big smile grinning up at you as he did. "Why would I?"

"B-because~" You got out between your giggles. "You can't eat your cake while spinning me, silly."

The flight ended abruptly.

"Cake?" His eyes were wide, and you could see excited sparks in them. "You made one? You really made me a cake?"

Snorting, you straightened your short dress to the best of your ability, only to realize that you were still wearing your soft cotton dress, and not the attire you had planned to wear for him.

"Shoot!" You let out a small curse, before looking up at Tae with a sweet smile on your lips. "Soo, Tae. How would you like to watch some TV?"

He blinked, seemingly confused by this sudden suggestion. "Ehm, sure. What do you wanna watch, Cupcake?"

"Well," Scratching the back of your neck, you try not to meet his eyes. "I didn't really have the time to change, so... I dunno, just watch while l get into my outfit, okay?"

"But I like the way you look. So cozy~" He protests, his eyes giving their full attention to your dress and yoga tights.

You could feel his gaze on you as he looked you up and down, and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "Yah! Stop that!"

"Why?" His pouty lip popped out. "Why can't I look at you?"

"Cause you're making me feel weird about it, that's why."

His pout still in place, he looks over his shoulder; in the direction of the fridge and no doubt the cake. "But..."

"I'll be quick." You promised, and before he could argue, you placed a quick peck on his cheek and hurried past him and into the bedroom.

Although your mind had kept you up last night, you were glad that it, in between all the worries - had made you decide on what to wear. Wasting no time, you hurried over to the closet and grabbed a pair of black silk stockings, a pink folding skirt, as well as a white blouse with lace at the neck. Realizing that you had not worn a bra around the house, you grab the first one you can reach; your eyes widen as you see the white and gray laced one with ribbons. It was your date bra, and not really fitting in with a visit from your childhood friend, but right now, time was more important, so paying it little attention, you put it on.

Putting on the other pieces of clothing, you decide to skip most make up. It's not like Tae really cares anyway, and he has seen you without more times than you can count. So, outfit on, you apply a light coating of mascara and a gentle touch of your Baker-Miller pink lipstick. Looking yourself in the mirror, you grab a small hair clip of a star and fasten a few loose hairs on your left.

Opening the bedroom door, you hear the faint sound of one of your favorite songs. You smile and walk to the living areas while humming along to the tune.

"Still your favorite?" Taehyung asks, his eyes on the screen as he browses through the songs and adds them to a playlist.

"Of course it is." You say, adding a flair of the dramatic to it. "I would never - ever - even consider any other song as my favorite!"

"Really now? But how about if-" Taehyung finally moves his eyes from the screen to look at you, and as he does...

"Yah! You're doing it again!" You complain as you feel your cheeks heat you under his gaze.

His eyes are on you; watching you as never before. "Do what?"

"That!" You squeal, your hands instinctively moving to pull on your skirts and cover your laces. "It's rude!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He apologizes, but his eyes are still on you.

"Stop looking then." You glare at him. Although feeling a bit uncomfortable under this new attention of his, you can not help but feel a tingle in your tummy. "Tae~!"

"Sorry," He grins, but this time he looks away. "You just looked so pretty, so I had to make sure to remember it."

"..." You blink. Did he just..? "Well, next time you can take a picture." You sigh as you head in the direction of your fridge. "I really hope you're not gawking like that around your fans. I mean," you hurry to add, "it might give the wrong impression."

"I'm not..." Tae mutters; his voice sounding distant, almost disappointed. "I'm not gawking at them..."

Looking over at him, the sight of him sitting there was enough to crumple your heart. Oh no, you must have said something wrong. You weren't sure exactly what it could have been, but you knew how sensitive he could be - especially about the fans and his relationship with them.

"Tae..." You begin, but finding your mouth dry. Coughing, you're about to try again, when-

"Is that a Napoleon?! And in pink?!"

You blink. Taehyung's expressions changed as soon as he caught the sight of the cake in your hands.

"Y-yes." You confirm and tilt the plate slightly to show him better. "It might not be good though. I only added in the secret ingredients at the very last moment, so I'm not sure how well it turned out."

Grabbing the knife, you cut two pieces and plate them before bringing them over to the Taehyung. "Well, at least it's standing. Can't wish for much else, can you, birthday bear?"

His eyes are as wide as a kid's as he takes the cake in from every possible angle. He seems amazed - though you cannot understand why - it wasn't like you had performed a miracle or anything of the sort. It was just a cake.

His face then turns to yours, and beaming the brightest smile you have ever seen, he makes your heart stop.

"I love you, Y/N!"