KALOPSIA ✓

29. mad about you

29. mad about you
"If you knew all the dreams I've had about you. Then you'd know that I've got it bad about you."

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Crema clears her throat. she's aware that she's falling asleep but she tries her best to keep her eyes open. after all, the view before her is majestic.

Taehyung sits beside her lying figure on the bed he hates to sleep in alone. he hasn't made the effort to change out of his clothes, despite having been on set all day. the sweat smudged over his eyebrows is no longer there but he seems oddly comfortable in the suit attire that shouldn't feel comfortable. his white button up lets in the breeze from the apartment window— button securing his collar open as his shirt remains tucked into his black trousers. his feet are bare as he sits cross legged, hands shifting through documents with an ink pen on the sheets.

the lady in his life lies face forward, breasts hurting from the slight pain as she turns her head to look at Taehyung more closely— the man in her life.

the silence between them is normal yet not. it has sat in the air for almost an hour. Crema is surprised she didn't fall asleep but she was just so mesmerised by Taehyung working in the evening. thoughts circle her head before she voices them aloud, in the form of a question. "what do you think when you see a woman?" she asks, resting her head upon her crossed arms.

Taehyung doesn't look up, pen in between his set of teeth as he acknowledges her question. she likes how she knows he's listening. "what do you mean?" he asks for clarification, pressing his pen down to cross out an entire page of words.

"what do you think, what thoughts appear in your head when you see a woman?" she explains, tilting her head— her view of Taehyung now more straight. "do you think 'oh she's beautiful' 'she's lovely ' 'she's divine' 'she's gorgeous'."

the boy licks his lips, scribbling more notes before answering. "would there be any harm in thinking those things?" he asks, meeting her eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. the lamp is switched on but the curtains are still open— view of the city joining them and their private moment.

Crema shakes her head in a way that appears innocent. "none at all." she responds, small smile wiping over her lips.

"i'm just thinking..." she's well aware that women are looked down on for even thinking too much. "but what about... 'she's hard working' 'she's kind' 'she's soft' 'she's good at what she does'—"

the boy hums, once again acknowledging. he takes a little glance at Crema, plain expression over his face. "where is this all coming from?" he questions, genuinely curious but also not at all bothered.

Crema shifts onto her back, hair trapped beneath her body. "i just wish women were recognised for the parts of them where genuine beauty lies." she says, a trace of frustration laced through the calmness and softness of her voice.

Taehyung doesn't speak after that. he finishes his work documents and movie script amendments before placing everything aside, pen on top. once his bed is rid of files, white pieces of paper and his trusty pen, he changes out of his trousers.

now dressed in more informal clothing of a t-shirt and flannel pants, Taehyung rests his warm body on top of the bed. he stretches out his limbs, slipping his leg in between Crema's before wrapping he rest of his body around her. she responds with warmth and mutual affection and need— snuggling her face into the crook of his neck, slipping her hand under his shirt to rest upon his back and kiss his chin with a soft peck.

the moment is interrupted soon after. the moment of silence and close intimate touch disappears as soon as the landline phone rings.

Taehyung takes one second to close his eyes tightly before reaching over and grasping the phone in his hand. he adjusts the cable before resting his head back on the pillow. "yes?" is all he says.

"you're being accused of a young man's death." is all his manager says.

Crema almost flinches at how abrupt the singer's manager is— how cold even. somehow, the tone of the man is worse than the news. what surprises her more is Taehyung and his calmness. she expected him to shout or make her flinch but he doesn't move whilst in her embrace. "don't you think i fucking know? i heard. why did i have to hear from others rather than you? aren't you doing your job right?" he says, keeping his voice stable and low.

"come on, i'm doing the best i can."

Taehyung runs a hand down his face— the first sign of stress. "i know i know... i'm sorry. i'm just stressed out." his voice is now smaller, still low and stable.

"it's all going to be alright." Crema notices the way the manager's voice has now changed. he's offering his comfort, his helping hand that can't help as much as he wants it to. "there's no evidence." he reassures the boy.

"i didnt even know the fucking boy." Taehyung's voice almost breaks and Crema doesn't dare to move even a muscle.