☆♡His Anti-fan♡☆ 《Kim Taehyung Ff》

18. Cute. Pabo. Manager.

Previously on <His Anti-fan> :

Kadeuro mandeun jip babogachi urin,

A House made of Cards, and stupidly, us,

Taehyung pulls me up and I slightly tug the sleeves of his black shirt. The spinning, dipping, added to the already existing vodka in my system is causing my head to spin. I hold onto Taehyung's neck a little more tightly before giving him a small smile, as my eyes felt heavy.

He smiled back at me as his face came close, really close to mine, going sideways. His hands were still on my waist as his mouth lingered over my ear singing along the next, last line of the song-

"Heotdon kkumiraedo idaero jogeum deo stay."

Even if you say it's a useless dream, just stay a little more like this.

And his deep baritone voice is the last thing I remember before everything went black.

. . . . 

Kim Taehyung

The song finishes and I look down to see Saachi who dropped her head on my lower shoulder blades. She must be contented after listening to such an outstanding piece of music.

See, this is the power of a BTS song!

Power of my exceptional performance!

"So dear anti-fan, how was the song? You liked it, didn't you?" I chuckle, "I can see you're so satisfied with the music that you are literally hugging the singer by his neck here, huh?" Teasing her is really a level-up of satisfaction for me.

She doesn't answer me. Wait- did she sleep?

Aish, sleepyhead!

"Jasmine... Manager...hey, Saachi!" Taking her hands off my neck, I slightly move away holding her by her waist. I see her head hung low with eyes shut closed in peace.

Did she really sleep?

Was all of my performance here a lullaby?

Wait- she had vodka earlier, which means she passed out. Tch, acting so professional all the time and now passing out on her clients like this after only a few shots of vodka?

You really are amusing, Jasmine!

I pick her up and carry her on my shoulder as I call Jimin and tell him to come into the garden. Soon after, Jimin and Jungkook come around, amused reactions on their faces seeing me and manager in an unusual position.

"What happened to Noona?" Jungkook bends down to have a look at her face.

"She passed out." I turn to Jimin. "How many shots exactly did you make her drink, Jiminie?"

"Not much, she had 4-5 something, but clearly she has low alcohol tolerance." He answers, "Tae, you shouldn't carry her like that- upside down, there is a chance she'll puke out on us even before we reach the hotel." We all chuckle as I put her down before carrying her bridal style to our van.

"Seriously hyung, Noona acts so toughly, and now look at her, she's so cute," Jungkook says looking behind from the passenger seat on which he is seated.

She is in the back seat, between me and Jimin, both of us are trying to keep her to place- Jimin locking her hands and me patting her head down on my shoulder. She is mumbling something as her hands and legs move here and there as if some sort of dance steps. She surely has some weird after-drinking habits!