Jimins pov
"Do I have to?" I sighed, keeping the phone to my ear as I ironed my suit pants begrudgingly.
"Yes, yes you have to go" Taehyung's voice spoke over the phone.
"But-"
"NO BUTS! JIMIN I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU DONT SHOW UP! You know how much this means to me."
"But she didn't even like me~"
"Show her that you're the better person. Come on, it's the last time you'll be seeing her in any case."
"Tsk... FINE! I'll come only cause you're asking me to."
"Thanks honey, I'll see you in a few."
Taehyung hung up the phone call and like the childish soul I am, I stuck my tongue out at the phone feeling the reluctant spirit tarnish my soul.
I angrily grabbed the freshly ironed pants off the ironing board and stomped my feet into them, buckling them up with my belt.
Thereafter, I walked down the hall angrily, screaming "I DONT WANNA GOOO!!!!"
Taehyung's pov.
I knocked on the door of areas room, where she had been listening to her favourite telenovela on the radio.
"Momma Jeon would you mind if I did my makeup here in the mirror?" I asked softly, holding onto my makeup bag.
She smiled at the radio and nodded her head gently, Gesturing for me to take a seat at her vanity table.
"I can't see but I can just imagine how pretty you look, Taehyung." She smiled.
A small blush crept into my face. It's been such a long time since anyone gave me a compliment and it made me feel good that someone still could, even if that person had no vision whatsoever.
"Thank you Mrs Jeon." I giggled as I adjusted the black chiffon blouse I was wearing over my leather pants.
"Go on child, finish up or you'll be late!"
"Ah yes" I sat down at the table and swept my hair back and started applying my makeup.
Midway in the process, my phone rang. I was smart enough to pick the phone up and put it on speaker so that I could carry on with the task at hand.
"Hey Jin, what's up?"
"No nothing much, I just wanted to know who was bringing the undercover alcohol to this affair?
"I have half a flask of gin left, what about you?"
"I have vodka. Is that okay?"
"Psst." Mrs Jeon called me over. I turned my head to face the old lady.
"Yes Mrs Jeon?" I asked curiously.
"Look in the bottom of my hanging cupboard. Far in the left corner."
"Hang on Jin"
I curiously followed her instruction and let my hand wander to the back.of her closet, where it came into contact with a cold object.
When I pulled the object out, I identified it to be a flask filled half full with an unidentified brown liquid.
"It's peach brandy. Top of the market." The woman smiled devilishly. I giggled and turned back to the phone.
"Okay Jin, and I got peach brandy. I think we're set."
"Okay cool, I'm about to leave the hospital so I'll see you there in about 20 minutes?"
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