"Looking good."You mused,eyes glinting mischievously at the flustered boy in front of you.He ducked his head down,hands reaching to smooth down the cotton material of his black suit instead of responding.The normally unfazed Taehyun was on edge today,avoiding your gaze in the mirror to the best of his abilities.
"Don't I always look good?"He managed a quiet retort after a few seconds,fingers rubbing tentatively on the buttons.
"I can't tell why you're nervous."Your tone was lilting and light,completely disregarding his rhetorical question.You were noting how he considerably flushed red with each passing second. "The fact that I'm complimenting you or because it's the first event you organised."
"It's just prom,why would I be nervous about that?"He deadpanned,the familiar disbelieving look making its way onto his face. "And I'm not the one giving the welcoming speech,you are."
"So you're admitting that it's because I said you look good?"You cracked a grin,standing up from the armchair you were in.
"No,stop dreaming." He clicked his tongue apprehensively,doe eyes staring back at yours.
"Just admit it Taehyun."You chuckled,pushing him playfully on the arm.The sound of distant chatter grounded the two of you back to reality--that you have a dance to attend and it wasn't just the both of you in the world.The tall boy didn't answer again,but you knew you saw a small smile playing on the corners of his lips.
"I can't stand you."He groaned.Taehyun moved towards the door,reaching out a hand to hold yours.Warmth enveloped you almost immediately,like fresh linens on a rainy day,comforting and easy.
"Sure you can't."
