A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter XI

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Forever is an illusion.

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The awkward silence that soon fell was inevitable.

Younggeum had almost expected this. She had even prepared some conversations beforehand if she ever got caught up in such fire situations but to her dismay, her brain refused to co-operate. At last, she had to courage to look into his eyes but flinched when she found the said pair gazing directly back at her.

"I hope I wasn't too much of a trouble last night. As you already know, I can't really hold my liquor that well." Taehyung spoke at last whilst rubbing his nape as he felt the urge to break the pregnant silence.

"Oh it was nothing Mister Kim," Younggeum responded, "You weren't much of a hassle anyways," she waved her hand in a careless manner and mentally thanked her brain for forming coherent responses on the spot.

"Really? Jimin says he doesn't really prefer my drunken self. Says that I'm too blunt or dramatic, maybe even bold." He shrugged but his features distorted into an uncomfortable frown when he did that. Maybe it was because of the hangover.

Yeah I can definitely confirm that.

"So Jimin was his name? The man who brought you back home? Is he an acquaintance or a close friend?" Younggeum absolutely hated the way she sounded so invasive. But a contrasting thought about Her Majesty conversing with wrong people had her deeply submerged in worry.

But Taehyung didn't seem to mind that at all.

"Yes, he's been my best buddy since diaper ages," Taehyung replied whilst pouring himself a glass of water, "Also the only one who tolerated me for the last 27 years." He chuckled as he finally downed the water through his parched throat.

"If he is Your Maje-, Mister Kim's friend, then he must be of great importance. I shouldn't have called out his name like that. What is his full name?" Younggeum pondered over to herself as her eyes caught on the male chuckling softly to himself.

"I'm sure Jimin wouldn't mind." he waved,"It's Park Jimin, if you're curious."

"Hmm, then calling him Mister Park would be suitable, wouldn't it?"

"I really can't win against you, can I?" Taehyung mused, "You're really lucky that I'm not in a mood for a prattle. You can call him whatever you like but remember, he really gets aggravated if someone calls him a shorty." Leaving Younggeum to meddle with her thoughts, Taehyung entered her room once again to unwillingly go to work. God knows why did he had such a wonderful yet miserable suggestion of drinking when he knew he had work the next day.

Picking a navy blazer and matching slacks, Taehyung's gaze finally levelled with the clock. Mumbling curses, he dashed yo the bathroom and hastily brushed his teeth but he stopped for a moment when he took in his reflection.

Messy bed hair, faint dark circles and puffy eyebags, even swollen cheeks and oily skin. He looked so horrible and he hated the way he looked so drained when he had an almost rejuvenating sleep last night.

Moreover, he hated when he lied.

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