☆♡His Anti-fan♡☆ 《Kim Taehyung Ff》

24. Doting Her Smiles & Frowns

A/n: Doting=Adoring/Loving.

Previously on <His Anti-fan>:

"I had a Korean friend named Yoona, whose father was in Korean Embassy Consulate Office, here in Mumbai. She was my neighbor at that time and we were really great since then. She's older 2 years than me so she was technically my 'unnie'. But she made me call her by her name. I used to play and be at her house all the time, so I caught up with the language, and gradually, Yoona taught me her language and I taught her mine. Her mother too used to feed me delicious Korean snacks which they brought along from their annual trip to their hometown, Korea. So, I kinda know the language and culture as if it's my own."

"Oh..." Jimin hums, "You both are still friends?"

"Yeah! ...The only thing, she's married and now resides in the USA." I smile, warmth spreading in my chest as the happy memories with Yoona flash across my head.

Reminder to myself: Call or skype Yoona on one of these days.

I miss that She-Devil sissy!

. . . . 

Kim Taehyung

She doesn't mean to look that ravishing.

She, definitely, doesn't mean to fumble upon the pleats of her own godly attire and gracelessly fall back.

Namjoon hyung surely just means to prevent her from hitting the cold floor and not to brace her up in his arms like that.

And I unquestionably don't mean to feel jealous.

This morning, when we begin the shoot as scheduled, I realize that Sacchi isn't present amongst the staff. On subtle inquiring, I get to know that she would be coming in late today on account of some personal reasons. I realized I am unconsciously sad because I want to see her. Why, don't ask me!

Yesterday in that little corner of the lobby, when she propounded 'No-Touching Rule', there was a tiny ripple of ache in my heart. For a moment, I thought I went overboard with her in that lone hotel room and now she feels unsafe with me all over again and hence that absurd rule. But, when I looked into her eyes, there wasn't any trace of fear. There was a flickering glint in her eyes. I cannot exactly pinpoint what the glint in her eyes was all about...but something like... confusion and insecurity?

What was she confused about?

What was she insecure about? And what did that have to do with me touching her?

Well, the answer to my questions didn't go well. It only enlarged that ripple of ache in my heart.

Why does she paint me as a bad guy?

Why?

Fucking Why???!!!

"You okay, Saachi?" Namjoon hyung's worried voice brings me back to the current scenario where he is helping her stand straight after an almost sloppy fall.

The manager, on the other hand, looks embarrassed and fumbles on her feet, "Y-Yeah, I'm good. Thank you Namjoon-ssi." She stands straight and adjusts the pleats of her cascading clothing.

Namjoon hyung just gives her a dimple which she returns with her secret precious gummy smile, which is too rare for a person like me to receive.

I am not jealous. I am not.

When she arrived today, all my words got stuck into my throat at her sight.

The traditional attire that she is wearing, a wrap of subtly embroidered net and the embellished full sleeves, the pearly color highlighting the whole of her honey skin makes my head go haywire. Gold and silver with imitation diamonds and pearl earrings adore her ears like beautiful chandeliers and a shade of nude that graces her lips brings about a tingle in my fingers in a sudden want to touch her lips.