[✔] lightbulb » lee taeyong & na jaemin

ch. 7

philophobia: the fear of being in or falling in love

» kwan ara's pov // 4 years ago »

taeyong gave me a soft smile before tying a black blindfold around my head, making sure i couldn't see anything. 

"it'll be great," he promised.

i grinned. it was for our "surprise," or, like i preferred to say, our first date.

"will it, really?" i taunted.

he gave me a pat on the head. "of course."

he had picked me up at 6 p.m. sharp, which gave me just enough time to panic and change outfits about twenty-three times. oh, and apply some light makeup. after i tried on my whole closet, i decided to go with cute but simple: a black dress that was short—but not too short—and had a slight v-cut at the top, just the barest. it was strapless, and relied on the side of my arms to stay up. it was elegant but not too flashy, as i wasn't sure where we were going. who knew, maybe i should have worn pajamas instead. i snorted at the idea.

"what's so funny?"

i rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see. "well, i was wondering if i should've worn pajamas, instead?"

he laughed. "oh, no. what you're wearing is perfect for this."

"you better not be lying! if i end up wearing a fancy dress to go to walmart or something, i swear-"

"oh, but i wore a suit, didn't i? i won't lead you astray."

the suit. oh my gosh, taeyong looked godly in a suit. some people—as in, him—were born to wear a suit.

"are we there yet?" i whined. it was hard to stay relaxed when blindfolded and in a car. i gasped. "are you kidnapping me? this is like every horror fanfic ever; like the pretty guy kidnaps somebody and blindfolds the girl and drives her to somewhere to kill her or turn into a housewife!"

taeyong tsked. "is that what you think? and besides, what's so bad about being a housewife?"

i winced. "well, first of all, feminism 2021. and also, i just hate the idea of doing a bunch of chores for a guy who probably just goes to work."

"mmm. i would never make you my housewife. only my wife."

i gasped. "wait, what?"

he giggled adorably. "nothing?"

i was too shocked to say anything back. crossing my arms, i learned back against the car seat.

after what felt like forever, taeyong squeezed my hand. "we're almost there, babe."

i froze. "what did you just say?"

i knew taeyong peered at me, even though i couldn't see.

"what do you mean?" he asked hesitantly.

"did you just call me...b-babe?"

i giggled out loud from the sudden explosion of butterflies in my stomach. my mind wasn't as cute.

EEEEEE AJAJSKWSIJWWKXJJSJWI HE CALLED ME BABE LIKE BABE BABE LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER SHIT BABE AHHAJSKSJS I DON'T EVEN LIKE THAT BIEBER GUY AGAGGAGAGAGAGA THE LIKE THÉ MAGNIFICENT LEE TAEYONG—

he laughed. "yes, ara, i lo-" he paused suddenly.

silence. i waited a few beats, but he had randomly stopped.

i smiled. "taeyong?"

"yeah?"

"hi...babe." i squealed after, hopping around in my seat blindly. i could hear him parking, the recognizable sounds of changing the controls of the car and the feeling of slowly crawling into a spot.

taeyong let out another round of giggles. "you're so cute, ara."

we had arrived. i waited for a few seconds, straining to hear what was going on around me. 

suddenly, i felt him place a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me closer, planting a kiss on my forehead.

"nothing could ever change how much i like you."

——

he had put his hand on the small of my back and gently pushed me into the direction of whatever the place would be. we came to a pause, and i heard some slow music coming from inside the place, and the sound of large crowds and chattering. i slowed down, coming to a stop.

"continue going."

i walked a few more steps, and through what felt like revolving doors. the music and chattering got much louder, so i knew that i was inside.

"you can take the blindfold off now."

i grinned. "okay!" i untied the knot from the back of my head. with a final tug, my blindfold came off. "so, what's so special-?" i gasped and slowly circled around as i took in the fancy restaurant. "oh. my. god."

he smiled at me. "so?"

"it's...it's beautiful..." i looked around. "oh my god..."

"well," he spread open his arms. "shall we eat?"

i rolled my eyes. "no, taeyong, i was thinking we just stare at the food and maybe look at the windows."

he pouted. "you ruined the mood. i was just getting started."

i beamed. "well, let's get started," i said, spreading open my arms.

we sat down at a table across each other, and a fancy stereotypical-looking waiter came over. he even had the mustache. and the accent.

"well, what can i get for you two lovebirds?"

taeyong turned to me. "don't say salad. pig out."

i grinned. "well, since you said that so politely..."

i ended up ordering more food than him. i also ate from his plate. and ordered more food.

when the bill came, he groaned. "when i said 'pig out,' i didn't mean make me go freakin' bankrupt."

i laughed. "don't worry, we'll split the bill."

he began to talk. "but-"

i glared at him. "well, since you insist on paying, we'll split the bill. i ate more than half of the things on the bill so you'll still be macho."

he smirked. "you aren't wrong..."

after we paid, he drove me home. the whole way, he held my hand. i could not help but worry about how i hadn't used lotion since last year, or that i might've been sweating. nonetheless, he would occasionally squeeze my hand, with the comfortable silence enveloping us.

yeah, when i got home, i spent the whole night squealing into my pillow.

until i remembered rejecting jaemin just the day before.