UNDER HIS SPELL { taekook }

二 ; ２０

The sound of keys rattling and the doorknob turning made Namjoon swing his head towards the direction of the hall from where he stood in the kitchen, then he watched as the door opened and Kim Taehyung strolled on past the frame.

"Daddy's home!" The man called out, flicked his shoes off and proceeded to the kitchen. Namjoon picked up a set of chopsticks to his left and began to stir inside a pot atop the stove.

"Hey kid, dinner's almost done." The older replied with his back still facing the other, and Taehyung gave a curt hum while he proceeded down the hall to his bedroom.

And it was precisely in that moment when he walked in to find a familiar woman, half naked, standing right in the middle of his room.

Yerin squealed out in shock, instinctively grabbing a pillow from the bed and throwing it directly at the male. Taehyung laughed loudly as he dodged the incoming attack with ease.

"What the fuck, Taehyung!"

The man whistled, stepped towards his desk while he removed his jacket. "Hey now, it's nothing I haven't seen before, darling."

Yerin shot him a glare. "You're such a creeper."

"Nice bra."

"Pervert."

Taehyung threw his jacket onto the nearby chair and huffed. "You're the one changing in my bedroom. The fuck are you even doing here?"

Yerin scoffed, making hurried movements to slip on the dress that had been laid out across the mattress. "I have a date with Hoseok, asshole. And I left my good dress stored here in the remaining luggage I have."

Taehyung nodded slowly, then began to remove the remainder of his clothing, starting first with his shirt.

"Uh, now why the hell are you undressing?"

"Shower," he hummed, now in mere boxers while he reached for a fresh towel from the closet. "You look pretty in that dress."

"You haven't even taken one look at me since I put it on."

It was then that Taehyung lifted his head to make eye contact, an upwards tilt at the corner of his lips. "I didn't have to, to know that you look good." He stared for a moment. "And it seems I was right."

Yerin's eye twitched. "You're so annoying."

"I know," the man grinned and spun around to make his way towards the bathroom, but before he could completely exit, Yerin's voice called out again.

"Oh and—Taehyung?"

He stopped, turning back to look at her with a rather indifferent expression. "Come on now... there's no one here but us, you know. Won't you call me by my name and not his?"

Yerin let out a quiet breath, fingers reaching to clasp together as she gazed at the man's dark eyes. Eventually, she gave a faint nod.

"Sorry, V..." she corrected herself.

The male's lips lifted. "Good. Now what is it?"

"I was going to say... thank you."

"For?"

Yerin turned to grab the clothing she had just changed from. "You know... For the compliment on the dress. Even though it was kinda lame, cheesy, and made you sound like an old man."