❛Fuck that Perilla leaf❜
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"Tahyung I swear if you don't go from here I will kick you in the balls."
He smirks leaning towards her ear, teasing her "How will I pleas-" before he could finish her sentence Ara smashed the rolling pin in his head...
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The music starts as the audience cheers for them. They both don't move, glaring at each other. Taehyung tilts his head, raising his brows. His mouth molds into a pout, giving Ara a mocking look. "You thought."
He says and yanks her away from him. Ara's eyes widen in shock. She stands there like a statue, processing what Taehyung did. Taehyung smirks, moving towards Ara in slow steps. She glares at him, also taking slow steps towards him.
Taehyung grabs her waist again harshly, digging his hand into her waist. Ara puts her hand on his shoulder, swaying with him. "If you're playing dirty, then don't expect me to back off." She whispers, sneering at him.
Taehyung scoffs but decided to stay quiet. Taehyung would say the music was a good choice. He lifts his hand and twirls her-not stopping unless he thinks she's dizzy. Ara shakes her head, trying to get herself together.
Taehyung was enjoying, unlike Ara who was suffering. Jungkook on the other side was burning in jealousy, watching their chemistry. The audience, they were looking so cute and had great chemistry together. He steps back, steps forward, Ara following his steps.
Ara was weirdly calm-like the calm before the storm. Suddenly, the music changes into a fast one as Ara frees herself from his grip and evilly smiles at him. "Get ready, bitch."
She steps towards Taehyung grabs his waist and raises her leg, intentionally hitting his head. Taehyung groans and grabs her waist as she bends back, almost touching the floor. She raises back with a mocking look etching her face.
"Are we doing the tango now?" He takes a deep breath before going behind Ara and sliding his hand from her thigh towards her knee. She grits her teeth, hitting his stomach with her elbow. They both step forward, their pace faster than before, complementing the fast music.
Taehyung twirls her around and leaves her hand. She faces him, raising her arms and falling them on her sides. Taehyung and Ara grab their hands and smirk at each other.
The game was started now. The music becomes faster. Taehyung steps forward, and Ara steps back dodging his attack. He clicks his tongue, feeling annoyed by his failed attempt. Now, it was Ara's turn. She stepped forward, aiming for his right foot and he stepped back with his left-and the victory was Ara's once again.
"Why she's so good?" It annoyed him the way Ara dodged his attacks and he couldn't. He twirled her again, twirling and twirling, and left her hand so she could fall after feeling dizzy. But what he thought was wrong because Ara was used to this.
Taehyung pants, as well as Ara. They both were tired but the fire in their eyes wasn't cooling down. They again lept at each other. Taehyung was mad to the point anyone could see by the way he was moving and treating her harshly.
