𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

15

That same day, night soon came over and Taehyung found himself just lounging inside his workspace, tapping the pencil repeatedly on the desk while pondering what to make next.

The outburst of inspiration managed to send Taehyung in a whirlwind of art and ideas to paint for his next gallery show. Although he should really think of a theme before drawing anything.

His phone suddenly started ringing, he lazily snatched it from the desk and answered the call.

Yoongi's raspy voice made its way towards his ear, "It's getting late, do you want ramen?" He asked, the sound of the kettle whistling was the one that answered the blonde mans question.

Taehyung began to draw random shapes, adding jagged edges and soft ones too. "Uh..." He trailed off, forgetting whatever he was about to say while getting lost in thought towards his art.

"Ramen?" Yoongi asked again. This time adding a more authorative tone to his voice. Yoongi sighed, pouring the hot water gently to his instant ramen.

Taehyung nodded his head, "Sure, make it spicy." And with that the eldest ended the call with a curt, 'ok'.

The short silence of the night interrupted his thoughts when another phone call came crawling back to his ear. He pressed on the answer button, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Do you want mochi, Yoongi?" Taehyung asked, flicking his wrist to create a sharp line to shade his work.

The person on the other end of the line laughed, her cheery voice made Taehyung stop whatever he was doing, widen his eyes and quicky rip the phone off his ear and stare at the caller ID.

The phone magnificently shined and boldly presented the name he wasn't expecting a call from, you. Y/n L/n.

"Hello?" She asked. Her voice sounded like a lullaby no matter how loud or soft she was speaking, he coughed, attempting to fix how his voice sounded on the phone.

He placed the phone back to his ear and smiled to himself softly, "Hey? What's up?"

Oh, nailed it! He inwardly smiled to himself and promptly pumped his fist in an attempt to congratulate himself for making his greetings sound cool.

From the other line, he could hear muffled voices in the background he couldn't really hear it properly so he guessed she was watching the TV when she made the call. "About your um, shirt." She paused, taking a quick look at the tv to see whatever was currently playing.

"I'll give it back to you tomorrow but I won't be able to do it in the morning, I swear meetings are a pain in my as—" She immediately interrupted herself realizing that as soon as she uttered those words, she wound be on an endless rant about how tiring it is to teach.

Although satisfying at times, it is very much a headache inducing job. "Anyways, there's a yummy pastry shop around the corner."

Taehyung immediately had his mouth hung open, already anticipating what she might say next. His heart began to race as thoughts of, 'is this a date?' went on his mind like a broken recond going on a loop.

"Yeah?" Taehyung replied, making his voice sound a little too uninterested, man's was playing hard to get. He felt extremely nervous, he could rip out his whole nervous system, throw it, burn it and bury it and he would still feel anxious and nervous.

"So we could meet up there and I'll give your shirt back after I get me some yummy sweets." Taehyung's smile that he wasn't even aware that was begining to form on his lips kept on getting bigger, the pace and beating of his heart only going faster.

"Sure! I'll pick you up." He replied, stuttering a little from speaking too fast and not thinking twice about what he was gonna say. He immediately ended the phone call, not noticing her protest. All he could really focus was on the thought of going out with you after work, just him and her.

Together...

"I must've saved a country in my past life, yeah, that's the only reason this is happening." He muttered to himself, attempting to stop his growing smile to continue. His blush stained cheeks only grew hotter and the intense butterflies that rounded his stomach continued it's happy dance.

**

The next day, Taehyung wordlessly went towards their kitchen, his eyes shifted over to Namjoon who was groaning in pain, clutching his stomach as he continued to moan out his complains about his body.

"What's wrong with you?" Taehyung asked, getting some left over pizza and the grilled meat he forgot to eat yesterday.

Taehyung sat himself in front of the groaning adult who could only reach for his phone and make a call. "Ate too much, drank too much, got rained on, now I'm sick." He explained, bringing the warm blanket over his body some more.

Taehyung could only nod his head, Namjoon has always been the sickly friend in the group. It wasn't much of a surprise to him anymore that a simple rain made Namjoon sick.

The phone rang, and within seconds the person on the other side picked up.

"Y/n! Good morning!" Namjoon greeted. The painters eye immediately shot over to Namjoon who discreetly averted his eyes from the man in front of him. "I saw your schedule for today and I noticed you didn't have any class so I was wondering if..." Namjoon paused, waiting for Y/n to respond back.

She laughed, "If I could sub for you today? Sure! I don't mind." Namjoon let out the breath he was holding onto, thanking the gods for your kindness and understanding.

"Thank you! You don't have to do much, I just have a quiz scheduled with them today so you can just stay there and tell them off if they cheat."

Taehyung continued to eat while listening at their conversation, his mind eventually drifted off to the events that would happen on later this day, making him feel excited and happy as he awaited the end of the day.