𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

10

Rio who was watching the scene unfold had her mouth agape, pointing at the two of them and moving her head back and forth between the two people. Namjoon finally buckled and laughed, flicking tears out of his eye as he goes.

"Oh man," Namjoon breathed out, gasping for air now and then. The professor eyed Taehyung who was hiding his shaking hand inside the pocket of his trousers, even wiping away the sweat that had begun to accumulate.

"Okay, Taehyung is off-limits," Rio laughed, holding her hands up and patting y/n lightly, "I'm gonna go and hit up the bartender again, toodles!" The blue-haired teacher practically skipped away and hopped on over to the bar, flashing the bartender her pearly whites.

Y/n who was just looking at Taehyung in shock just had her mouth hung open, she was utterly speechless. "Don't forget to credit the internet for that pick-up line, Tae!" Namjoon piped up, basically doubling over and laughing hysterically at his friend's attempt at flirting.

Taehyung immediately placed a hand on Namjoon's mouth and muttered whatever profanities came out of his mouth, "Stop fucking exposing me you dumbass egg headass lookalike!"

The blush that softly coated Taehyung's cheeks deepened when he caught y/n's questioning stare at him. He quickly ripped his hand away from Namjoon and coughed, looking away from the girl, showing her his perfectly red ears.

"You just look gorgeous, that's all..." Taehyung trailed off, puckering his lips a little and shooting Namjoon a glare. Y/n smiled towards Taehyung, feeling herself lose her composure over his compliment.

She inwardly bit the insides of her cheek and huffed a much-needed breath out, "You look handsome as always, Taehyung." Y/n smiled, turning towards Namjoon and bowing her head a little, "You too, Namjoon."

Taehyung's face exploded in red, any shade, tone, shadows, anything! He was blushing hard and feeling super shy and bashful. Y/n bid them goodbye and scampered onto the bar, leaving Taehyung alone to his feelings.

Taehyung silently cheered himself, letting out a small triumphant, "Yes!" He ran over to Namjoon and smirked at him, showing the older man his palm and letting himself get a bit cocky, "Well, thanks to the internet I now have a free drink." He stated, eyeing the professor who could only roll his eyes.

"That was a dumb bet." Namjoon breathed out, rubbing the sides of his temples and calculating in his head how much money he'll have left once he bought the painter the drink he wants.

You see, before they even got to the club, the two men left Yoongi to sleep slumped in front of the door, they hopped on over to the internet to search for a pick-up line that would work after Namjoon convinced the painter to say it to y/n.

Eventually, the painter managed to choose one and Namjoon proposed that if y/n doesn't flat out ignore his cheesy attempt at flirting he will buy Taehyung a drink.

Namjoon beckoned Tae to follow him, the painter only smiled in victory. Namjoon leaned over the counter and started to converse with the bartender, leaving Taehyung to roam his eyes everywhere.

The fullness of the dance floor, the soft thumping of the bass of each song playing on the loudspeakers, the lights that shined too brightly for his liking gazing down on him as if following his brown eyes that darted around the room.

Several people came up to the painter either to ask for an autograph, a picture, or for his number.

His eyes landed on you on the far end of the bar, a glass of margarita in your hand with your arm leaning on the counter. A guy who seems to be around Taehyung's age spoke to y/n.

Perhaps a teacher? His eyes lingered over to you, your fingers, the slight creasing your eyebrows had, and the ever so subtle twitch in her eyes.

It was also very alarming how fast he was closing the distance between you and him, trapping you between his arms with a smirk playfully tugging on his lips.

Y/n furrowed her brows and pushed him off, spilling the margarita on his shirt. The glare that shined red was directed towards the guy who in return glared back at her before moving towards Y/n again.

"Hey Tae I got your— huh? Where'd you go?" Namjoon yelled out, slightly waving the glass of bourbon securely wrapped around his hands.

Y/n was about to punch the guy in the face when Taehyung got between the two of them, shielding the female from the guys threatening gaze. Taehyung simply looked at the man up and down before letting out a scoff, "Back off, you're making her uncomfortable." Taehyung breathed out, his voice dripping in toxicity that seemed to irritate the other man.

"The fuck? Buzz off, bro." He yelled out, looking up above at Taehyung who simply towered over him, the red lights magnified the look of anger that slowly revealed itself, like a curtain opening at the beginning of a play, his intimidating aura snaking out of his eyes and seemingly grabbing the guy right on the neck.

Squeezing and tightening up its grasp, the man took a step back before turning away and letting a loud, "Tch." Out of his mouth.

The lights changed into a blue one, the unintentional show of anger slowly crawling back towards Taehyung's brain. He turned around and met y/n's glare and her fingers that kept on showing her middle finger towards the creepy guy. The terrifying glare that etched itself on Y/n's eyes felt magnetic, Taehyung wasn't able to tear his eyes away from her, feeling drunk on his affections for her.

He eventually shook his head and sighed to himself, noting that you look very alluring when mad.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes traveling up her eyes and staying there, showing nothing but respect and concern towards y/n.

Was it weird that Y/n liked how concerned he was towards her? They only met twice now and she's already thinking that he's hot, has great fashion, and is quick to help her out? Not to mention, this man, Kim Taehyung just has a certain allure to him that keeps her coming back, wanting more, more, and more.