my winter bear

Chapter 5: I can't sleep

"Come, I will get you Tata." He took my hand and went to the shelf fullof BT21 plushies in different sizes. He grabbed the bigger one.

"Who said I want Tata? To be honest, the " - I looked on the screen again to find the name "I want RJ." I took a mini RJ in my hand and surveyed it. The plushie looked really cute. It wasn't a cloud. I was wrong, it was an alpaca, which made it even cuter. The thing is, deep in my heart, I wanted Tata. Yes, the heart plushie might look creepy but it's from him. It would be a nice memory. We even took a photo with a giant Tata in front of the shop.

"Tata fits you better. Look. I made it and that's why I of course will recommend you Tata and not RJ." He was pouting again. I put RJ back to the place where I took him and grbbed Tata from Taehyungs hands and went to the cashier. "Ok, then Tata."

While waiting at the cash register, I noticed how he was looking at me because I was looking up at him as well, just to look at somewhere else as I saw him looking at me.

"Put your wallet back in your pocket. Tata will be a gift from me to you."

"No. I'll buy it myself." I don't want him to give it to me. This here wasn't a date, and I didn't like it at all when other people gave me gifts.

"You're so stubborn. Then you go pay and then wait outside for me. I'll buy something myself too." I just nodded in response.

The sun was gone and it became cold when I stood in front of the shop and waited for him. How long will he take? I've been waiting for him for 15 minutes. While waiting for him, I thought about the words that he said to me in the shop. He really wanted me to like him. It certainly wasn't easy being an artist. You never knew who to trust. Generelly it wasn't easy to trust people, no matter if you're famous or not. But for him it must be even harder. There was always a chance someone liked him for the title. I wondered if he had doubted me too, for which I saw no reason at all. I noticed how my backpack moved and was ready to fight the stupid human who wanted to steal something from me. As I tured around I saw him. "What are you doing here? What are you doing with my bag?"

"Turn around and keep still. I bought you two keychains. They found the last Tata keychain in stock. This is must be a sign." He said behind me. I put off my backpack and looked at it. Oh my god, they are so cute. He bought be a Tata and an RJ plushie keychain. They looked quite big for keychains but I didn't mind. They were eyecatcher. I looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you. I really love them but it wasn't necessary." He took the Tata plushie in the box from my hands and hold it. He looked cute with a plushie in his hands. A tall man with a plushie. The plushie looked so small in his hands. We were heading toward the direction British Museum.

The British Museum was beautiful. Nothing changed at all. When I was with my best friend there years ago, I couldn't enjoy it. I wasn't a big fan of museums back then or at least in not that kind of museums. It was different with Taehyung. He told me so much about the art pieces there. It was interesting to listen to him. His voice was calming. We took tons of photos. Some of them were really stupid but funny. There were few moments when people turned their heads to us. I was asking myself if they recognized him? Or are they like me and didn't know who he was? What would happen when they recognize him. I saw on the internet how it was when celebrities were spotted and suddenly tons of fans were standing around him. What would happen then? I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to experience the troubles. We spent almost over 4 hours in the museum. He wanted to even stay longer in the museum, but his stomach didn't give him rest. It growled every 5 minutes. Hey tried to hide it but failed it every time. He was hungry. So we went to the next best restaurant. Even while eating we talked a lot. There wasn't even one minute where we were not talking. I never talked so much with a man. I appreciated that he was the one who brought up the topics. I wasn't a good talker and a creative person who has tons of questions to ask and topics to talk about. Usually I was a quiet person, at least most of the time. It always depends on the person I spend time with. With good friends, I always could be loud and talk without breaks. It just took time for me. If I like the person I would warm up and could be myself.