"What happened with your hair?"
I can't help to ask when we met on the coffee table.
"Do you like it?"He asked me back. He play his hair a little bit, teasing with a smile which made his face radiate morning ray.
Well, nothing new with that. The face, I mean.
On the contrary with the hair. That's unusual. If his purpose is to put a wide happy smile on everyone who saw it, well, it worked.
"You looks like a puddle"I answered with a slight giggle. He laughed.
"It's not fair you know"I continue. He raise his eyebrow a little bit. "To look like that, and cannot be touch or snuggle or anything"
"Don't you dare touch it!"He said in between laugh. "It's not easy to maintain this look"
Not long after that, we bid each other goodbye.
I sighed.
Taetae is such a precious little devil that we can adore and love. He doesn't even have to be my bias nor bias wrecker to sneak into my heart and left an impression. Everytime.
I am still not sure how to exactly describe his existence in my life.
Is that even make any sense? 😄
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Short Storyshort fictions. After 500 days of pandemic, an army girl begin to create her own magic shop world where she can meet and talk with the bangtan boys as her comfort zone. These are her daily random encounter with them
