Picture Perfect | k.th

Chapter 10

I slowly got up, giving Haru and her girlfriend a quick hug before I departed for the anonymous artist.

Her girlfriend's name was Soomin, and she was the sweetest angel I had ever met. She was bubbling with energy like Haru had told me against my will, but in a much cuter way. They were like puzzle pieces the way they fit. I had never seen Haru so genuinely happy before.

"It was nice to see you again, Soomin. Especially under less rushed circumstances," I said, recalling how the last time I met her was when I was frantically trying to figure out how to get in contact with the artist.

"She would stay longer...but she's ditching us for another date with her boyfriend," Haru teased.

I turned a deep shade of red, "I—he's..."

"She's shy about it. But I'm working on a double date. Maybe triple if I can convince Jun to bring his man," she winked.

"Oh my god...anyway...gotta go bye!" I called, practically sprinting out of the house while the two of them laughed at me.

By the time I got to my car, I was doubled over completely out of breath from the embarrassment sprint I just completed. Damn I should've gone to this school under the non-existence sport's scholarship.

Taehyung was looked at me in bewilderment, "Sohee? Are you good? I wasn't waiting long."

"Don't even ask," I heaved, clambering into the car.

I quickly drove off, heart hammering in my chest with a feeling of unfamiliarity. Taehyung was staring me down so I had to quickly change the topic.

"Ahem...so anyway, why do I need to drive these painting pals of yours? I don't really have any loyalty to them," I mentioned.

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, "But you're loyal to me?"

"Of course I am. You're my adventure buddy," I said, the last word coming out rather bitterly.

He chuckled, "Well then as the prime painting that you are loyal to, I ask you to do this favor and drive them."

"I don't even have enough space in my car for all of them! Two of them have to sit in the trunk and one on the floor. And let me tell you, one of them in the trunk will be Jin, I don't care. That man infuriates me," I huffed.

Taehyung could only laugh again, "That's understandable. It's your car, your rules."

After a slightly lengthy drive back to the middle of nowhere, we approached the infamously creepy cabin that those painting pucks stayed at. They lived in the complete opposite direction of the artist of course, so I had to play chauffeur. I was only doing it for the sake of Taehyung, otherwise those paintings would've had to make their own way. Maybe I'd pick up Jungkook secretly.

The six other perfectly created men strolled leisurely out of their cabin, faces full of excitement mixed with nerves.

"Hop in. Three in the back, one of the floor, two in the open trunk. Jin is in the trunk, the rest of you figure it out yourself," I announced.

Jin scowled, "Why am I in the trunk?"

I glanced at Taehyung.

He sighed, "Her car, her rules hyung."

"I'm literally older than all of you," he huffed.

"Mm technically you're like two years old at best," I reminded.

"Okay—no bickering today. Hyung, I'll be in the trunk with you," Namjoon said, quickly pushing the agitated Jin away.

The rest of the boys piled into the back with Jimin on the floor and the other boys squished together.