𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 ▶▷𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔

1: The Pads

You sighed frustratedly as you made your way out of the building you works at.

You work as a fashion designer for a well-known company. The salary is big enough to let you have a decent place to live in, to afford a car and spent a few won for yourself lavishly.

By next week, models who are to sport the clothes designed by many in your company for summer will arrive.

You hopped in your car, bringing the engine to life as you carefully drove off to the main road.

You sighed to yourself contently. Finally, you'll be able to relax at home without anything else in mind but netflix without chill.

But that didn't last long when you remember you have to stop by a convenience store to buy a few things.

'Seriously?' You thought to yourself, pulling in the parking lot as you sauntered over to the entrance.

You walked over to the shelves by the very back where the women's neccessities are.

"There it is." You sighed grabbing a few. 

You hummed to yourself in a gentle tone as you kept on putting foods into your basket.

You've always liked this store for it's outstanding cleanliness along with the pleasant jazz songs playing.

They always have new stocks too.

'What a place to marvel' you thought to yourself, an unknown smile playing upon your lips.

"What a pretty, lady?!" Somebody exclaimed beside you making you let out a terrified shriek, the pads on your basket and the other things flying in the air.

But of all the things that has to land in his hands it has to be the pads.

Yeah, the pads.

The black haired male looked towards you with a complicated expression upon his face.

"Ahh..." He awkwardly hands you back the items while you stare at the shelf behind him, mouth agape.

"Here." He said, giving back your basket.

Taehyung waited for a few more minutes but you remained frozen in place so he decided to take the audacity to grab your hands and wrapped it around the basket handle before speeding off.

Once you've finally managed to bring yourself back to reality, you placed the basket down and stared at the man's back as he calmly walks away.

'That...that was embarrassing!!'

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Once you've got home safely without any more difficulties like bumping into a stranger and embarrassing the shit out of you.

You grabbed your phone and dialed a contact to report the ✨bump of shame✨ to your friend who also happened to be a fashion designer like you.

"Hi!" She casually greeted from the other line.

"Jen... I think I'm going to die." You exaggeratedly told her.

"What? Are you sick or somethin'?" She asked, you can hear Kuma barking at the background.

Jennie came to a halt on her footsteps before walking away ignoring the fluff ball of energy.

"I'm- I'm not sick." You hesitantly replied.

"If it has something to do with the project about the summer outfits, we can talk about it tomorrow at work don't worry, we'll make it work." She reassured.

"Not that!" You hissed.

And that's how your night ended up with you crying your heart out with how embarrassed you are and your friend comforting you.