𝐃. 𝐋. 𝐒. || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇 ✓

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This is awkward. Not only do I have to go buy lady materials for another woman, but I also have to go buy them with him by my side.

Taehyung is nothing but an arrogant, dangerous man who I want nothing apart of. The whole point of me agreeing to his stupid terms was so that I hopefully wouldn't have to see his face that often.

However, here I am, riding in the passenger seat of his fiery red Bugatti. He wears black shades and drives with only one hand while the other tugs on his bottom lip as if bored. He even plays loud rock music while speeding down the road.

Of course, his bad-boy act doesn't fool me, but I don't comment on it.

I lean up from the passenger seat and turn down the volume.

"Why did you want to come along?" I stare in front of me, watching the white lines on the road flash by from the front window.

"I'm just making sure you don't try to run again." He admits. "And we also need to be seen in public occasionally."

I can't help when my eyes roll by themselves. I don't believe the public will buy it, but then again, there have been plenty of fake relationships shown in the eye of the public before.

"Why does it even matter? Is it all for your image?" I turn my face towards the passenger side window when he glances at me.

"You could say that. I'm known as the biggest bachelor in L.A. currently, and I'm looking to change that before I go back to Los Angeles. We've got another home there, and I'm hoping to get back as soon as I'm able to, but first, we need to be seen in public for a little while." He admits while stopping at a red light.

I see the busy cars gathered around and the businesses on each side of the road. It's crowded here, but it's probably because of the time of day.

"Let's just go to the first supermarket and buy what we need. I'm ready to get back."

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Once we step through the entrance doors of the store, Taehyung grabs a cart from the side and starts walking inside behind me.

I glance around the place in search of the woman's section, but it's not that easy to find.

When I turn back to see if he knows, he's just casually letting his elbows rest on the metal bar of the cart while slowly walking behind me as if he's bored just being here. If that's the case, then I seriously don't see why he couldn't have just had one of his bodyguards come along instead of him.

"Do you know where the pads are?" I ask, which makes his eyes widen, and then he shrugs his shoulders.

"How am I supposed to know?" He remarks, and I swear it takes everything in my being not to attack him here in public.

Ignoring him, I walk forward into the busy store and read the tops of the aisle signs in hopes to find them somewhere. I also choose to ignore the dirty looks tossed in my direction, which is no doubt because of Taehyung following closely behind me.

It seems like everyone here knows him. In the past couple of minutes since we've walked inside, I've seen phones pointed in our direction, girls giggling, even men giving approving nods his way. It's sick to see how he's idolized by so many people.