KALOPSIA ✓

23. how come you do me like you do?

23. how come you do me like you do?
"So I'll be the fella, that fella with an umbrella, If you'll be the girl who saved her love for a rainy day."

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"i told you." Crema speaks sternly, slamming the dollar bills onto the kitchen counter. to her, they mean nothing– absolutely nothing. "i don't want your fucking charity."

Taehyung stands across from his feisty, unusual lover in the space of his apartment. he bites the inside of his loud, glorious mouth, eyes watching her every move and meeting her orbs back with the same, intense emotions of rage and annoyance.

the young man speaks in response, "you're pissing me off." he scratches his ear, lowering his cigarette to dust off into the ash tray. he, unlike Crema, he is closest to the front door. she however, is further inside the apartment, standing beside the kitchen counter with hundred dollar bills that seem to be mocking him heavily.

he adjusts his black suspenders, pulling up his striped trousers even more– showcasing his skinny waist. "it's not charity." he remarks, deep voice now heavy with confirmation and annoyance at the woman before him.

Crema's temper is just as irksome as his. she kicks off her short, black coloured heels, pushing the money even further away– she notices how the action further irks the young man she's acquainted with. "then what is it Taehyung?" she questions, demanding an answer at what his money is to her.

she doesn't need money from him. she never got involved with him for financial affairs– if this gets out... she'll never be seen as anything but a gold digger. the press will eat her alive. she's with Taehyung because she wants to be, because... she loves the man somehow.

love, what a funny thing.

"i just wanted to help you." Taehyung says softly, staring at a blank space on the kitchen floor. he gulps slowly. "can't i help you?" he looks up, light, hazel eyes sending a shiver down her spine– she feels slightly bad now. "let me help you out." she waits for him to touch her.

the rage comes back in mere seconds as Crema glances at the beautifully printed, dollar bills on his kitchen table. "i didn't ask for help though did i?" she speaks, stern and dominant in her manner. she scratches her lower back and breathes deeply at the sight of fidgety, equally annoyed Taehyung. he can't calm her down as easily as he thought. "my boss pays me enough."

i work for a reason.

Taehyung's jaw ticks. "Mr Claude right?"

"what?" Crema furrows her brows.

"he's the best there is." the singer shrugs, finishing his cigarette and stumping it out onto his apartment floor. he doesn't bother picking it up, despite the ash tray being close by.

Crema resists the urge to pick up the stomped ashes. she shouldn't need to clean up after him, he's not a child. yet... his lean, curled up frame makes her want to cross the room and tangle her hands in his hair. to be able to reach him in a few steps and kiss him passionately, whilst he holds her and she tugs him closer, is the temporary serenity she's constantly dreaming of. "how do you—" she asks about her manager. she doesn't even need to ask, she knows that he knows everyone.

"no—" Taehyung waves his hand, closing his bronze eyes briefly before shaking his head. "let's not focus on that..." he looks at her then, eyes meeting in the uneasy climate between the couple with no label. he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip before murmuring, "you look beautiful." her black hair is tied back, her lips are parted open and he can see the smoothness of her arms.

Crema rolls her eyes. "your mood swings are out of control."

drunk Taehyung stumbles as he tries to near her, smooth, veined hand gripping onto the kitchen counter as the dollar bills fall onto the ground. just money, is what Crema realises when Taehyung steps onto the pieces of paper, they mean absolutely nothing yet everything. they run the world.

"i don't have mood swings!" he protests.

"God— you're so drunk, i didn't even notice. how blind of me." she rests her hand over her forehead, sighing at the sight of the lonely man she in some way, has the honour of calling him here. but two things echo at the back of her mind— firstly, she's not sure she wants him to be hers all the time. secondly, he says "i want to marry you" to every single woman he's involved with, he wouldn't want to be hers anyway.

"you fucking drunk." Crema leans against the kitchen counter now.

"i'm not fucking drunk." Taehyung responds, bitter taste looming in his mouth as he tries to kick the money away but fails.

"yes you are."

Taehyung's hands rest on either side of Crema's hips, settling on the kitchen counter that she's leaning against. "no baby—" he smiles a small, charming smile. the butterflies in her stomach are charmed. he looks directly into her lighter, coloured eyes– their breaths mingling together. "i'm just in love."

love? does he know what that is? but he does, she realises almost immediately. he surely sings about it and his eyes say it all. the famous brown eyes.

"you are?" Crema's heart is beating so fast as she gapes at the man.

"bullshit." she kisses him, making the first move and throwing her body against his.

he immediately responds to her touch and kiss, trapping her in his warm arms and against the kitchen counter. Crema's hands tangle in his hair, tugging his head back as he tilts his neck to allow her lips to eventually move down to the smooth surfaces of his body.

Taehyung's hands slide over her hips, curving around her bottom before pulling her up and placing her onto the kitchen counter. he stands in between her legs, laughing when she moans at the sudden contact of his hand resting where she aches— for him.