Philophobia

#18

I was awakened by the sound of your phone just like every other morning. As my hands wander on the bed, looking for your damn phone,  feeling something warm moving beside you. I open  my eyes slowly, only to find Taehyung's bare chest in front of my face.

I sit up right away, looking at your own body and then at his. My eyes widen at my naked body. I then swiftly drag my blanket and wrap myself with it, making Taehyung stir in his sleep at the sudden coldness.

I finally rise and walk to the couch, rummaging through my purse to turn off the alarm on my  phone. looking at the room around you, clothes scattered on the floor. i felt a heat rushing to  my face, as memories of last night filling your head.

What should I do the morning after a one-night-stand?

Die.

You can't run away, it is your apartment after all.

I sigh and walk to my bathroom. letting a cold shower run over my body. i hope that Taehyung will leave while you are in the shower.

Why did you do it in the first place? You barely know him?

I wash my body quickly , i then dry myself off and cover my body with a towel. As i stepped out of the bathroom, Taehyung is still sleeping soundly, he somehow pulled the bedsheet off to cover his body.

I change into a shirt and new jeans, throwing your jeans from last night into the washer. i look at the mirror and grab MY concealer to cover the hickeys on your neck, thanking God, that it hasn't gone empty.

 looking the time. I was getting late ,  must go to the bakery in less than an hour. I then walk to the bed and slap Taehyung. "wake up!!!!!!"

He groans, feeling uncomfortable to be woken up in such a violent way. He stretches his body and sits up. His eyes are still shut as he tries to stay awake. He looks different from yesterday. He looks intimidating in suits, and now? He just looks adorable with messy hair and a pout on his face. he could barely sit up.

"Take a shower, I will make you some breakfast." He doesn't answer back but he stands up and walks to the bathroom with his hand rubbing his eyes lazily. "The towel is in the cabinet over the sink." I pick his shirt from the floor, smoothing it out, and lay it on the bed.

I open the fridge. I only have a bunch of eggs inside. Well, you never have breakfast. I pick two eggs and a milk carton. cracking them open and put it in the bowl. I whisk it quickly until it becomes a light yellowish color.  pouring some milk and put some salt and pepper inside, and whisk it again. I then prepare the frying pan on the stove with some butter. As the pan gets hotter, i poured the egg and then scramble it carefully. I cook it only for a minute and then put it on the plate. While i was minding my own business, I hear the bathroom door open and there is Taehyung with a towel wrapped on his waist, looking unnecessarily attractive. I quickly divert my attention to the bread. Taehyung walks over to the bed and then wears his clothes.

"What are you making?" He asks while walking to the kitchen. He dries his hair with the towel lazily.

I gestured  him to sit at the table. "Just toast and scrambled eggs. I'm sorry, I don't have anything else." I then put the plate on the table and sit in front of him.

"I don't mind. Thank you." He then grabs the fork and starts eating the eggs. "It's good."

 "It's just an egg."

He nods. His eyes then wander to your kitchen and stop at the coffee machine in the corner. "Is that the coffee machine?" He smiles mischievously.

 "Yeah." I answer weakly. "Do you want some?"

"Nah. I'm not drinking coffee, It's bitter." He says as he rips the bread and puts it in his mouth.

I prop my hand, watching him eat. "I don't drink it either." His head tilts in confusion. "I don't drink it anymore. I used to have a severe addiction to it and wouldn't go a day without it so i eventually left it ." 

"It is a pity. You spent so much money on it." He is trying hard to hold his laughter as he nods his head. The irony is funny for him. "Are you not eating?" He asks you softly. He has been watching me watch him eat, but i haven't even eaten anything.

I shake my head. "I never have breakfast. It's okay. I'm used to it."

Taehyung's jaw drops. "Nope. You eat this." He then rips the bread and puts some of the egg on it and reaches out his hand to feed you. Just as you are trying to refuse, he glares at you, forcing you to accept the food. "thats why you look like you havent slept for days , you dont eat anything where do you get the nutrition from???!"

I can feel your heart leap. This is too domestic for you. It is strange, but at the same time, you yearn for it. Taehyung rises from his seat with his plates and walks to the sink. i try to stop him, but he insists on washing the dishes. "You cook, I wash."

Too domestic.

After washing the dishes ,Taehyung then sneaks into my back and makes me jolt in surprise. "Let me walk you to the bakery."

i felt nervous and my hands becoming clammy. When he walks behind you while you pick up your jacket and your purse, when his hot breath touches your skin while you lock the door, or when his hands touch yours slightly while you walk beside him. It drives you crazy. You have never felt this way.

You both walk in silence. Neither of you want and try to talk about last night. I am grateful for it though. It's not even that you don't want to talk about last night, you just can't think about it without feeling embarrassed.

My feet stop in front of the bakery. Just as im about to thank him and walk inside, he calls me. "Dahyun." I turn my head towards him. Taehyung then leans into me and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. "Thank you." He smiles and walks away.

And there you are. Standing speechless in front of your own bakery. In the morning. With a pounding heart inside your chest. i put MY hand over my mouth. I still can feel his soft lips on yours.

Maybe it was a bad idea.