You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you've been surrounded by him almost always.
Over the course of twenty-eight y...
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"Kim Taehyung!" You called urgently from the second floor of the high-end penthouse you were currently in. And it just so happened to be that the luxury penthouse belonged to none other than your best friend, Kim Taehyung.
You see the said man walking down the hallway into your eyeshot. He's buttoning up one of his blue shirts for work. He glares at you as if you'd interrupted something too important. "Jeez, you're so loud," he says as he goes back to the task at hand—his shirt. "What is it?"
"Mind telling me where my bra is?" You watch as he finally glances at you. You'd just come out of the shower, a towel wrapped securely around your body, only to discover that your bra had vanished in thin air.
"And why would you think I'd know where it just so happens to be?" He asks as though you'd offended him.
"I don't know, maybe because I'm in your house, and my belonging has gone missing," you state the obvious.
"I was in my room, I have no idea where your bra is. Just look around there, there's no way it walked out of the room," he rolls his eyes, walking back in the direction he'd come from once he was finished with the buttons of his shirt.
You scoff at his audacity.
For some clarification, you and Taehyung have known each other since birth, not to mention you both were the same age, which ultimately meant you two clicked immediately. With both your families having close relations both in business and outside of business, the two of you saw each other a lot. Hence, explaining why you two are best friends, and your close proximate relation as best friends—a reference to you standing in his house practically naked except for a towel around you, questioning him about an undergarment.
You trot back into the guest room you were resided in for the night prior, although that room is almost permanently yours either way. It was the room you stayed in every time you crashed his place—which was often, very often.
You look around the room for what seemed the fifth time this morning. You groan in annoyance after your lack of success. "Taehyung!" You call for him a second time.
"Give me a second, woman," He responds, and you could sense the annoyance in his voice. You were going to have him be late for work and he knew well and good if you were going to be late due to the sudden disappearance of your undergarment, there was no way you'd let him get to work on time. He notices the frown on your face once he walks into the room, an untied tie hanging around his neck and his vest over his shirt remaining unbuttoned.
His expression softens once seeing the conflicted expression on your face.
"Where did you put it?" He asks, walking near you.
"Right here, on the bed," you point at a spot on the bed where a pile of the rest of your clothes could be seen.
He walks to the place you'd pointed at and sifts through the pile of clothes, but no luck. He glances around the room, in the same manner you had a few minutes ago. After failing to spot your bra, he walks to the ensuite bathroom. He looks around the bathroom, but nothing. He looks through the pile of your worn clothing in the bathroom, but sighs once he finds nothing.
