Sneak peak -
Taehyung- we shouldn't be doing this ", I protest under my breath. "You didn't answer my question-", he clasped my chin between his fingers. He was dangerously close- inches apart. "Do you want me?".
Summary-
Anastasia Rosalie Cora is...
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- 13 : 56 pm
He was more nervous than me. He never left my hand as we walked up to her extravagant house. I mean - it was just for her. Why did she need a 5 bedroom house ?
"We can turn back-", he said as we stepped on the porch. I chuckle and give his hand a tight squeeze. "It'll be okay , tae", I had reassured him about 7 times already. He was a panick mechanic. "Are you sure ?", he sulked and before I could speak , the door opened , revealing a short blonde lady with reading glasses. A purple silk dress which hugged her love bumps and a pearl necklace over her wrinkled collarbone. I'm assuming this was his mother's mother - seeing that she was white and not Korean.
"My starfish ", she reached up. Taehyung bent down really low in order for her arms to wrap around his neck. I stand aside , smiling at how much she clearly missed him. "Hey grandma-", was how this grown man greeted. "Don't hey me. You live around the corner and can't visit this old lady-", she released him and pout her red lips. The lipstick was so red , it hurt my eyes. "I work - ", he said without sounding cocky. "Grandma- this is Anastasia " , he took my hand and brought me to his side. Her eyes judge me before she gave a brief nod. "Come on inside -", she gestured for us to follow.
He gave my hand another squeeze as we followed her. Damn- was her house a vintage beauty. I sadly envied her . This place looked like an art museum. I was astonished! "Breathtaking-", taehyung whispered. "Yes-", I answered softly. "It's called ego when you praise yourself-", I look up at him as he chuckled. He had called me breathtaking. Entering the dinning room- it was vast with only a round table and chairs. Rich people things.
"You came-", his mother smiled proudly but snobbed me. His father stood to shake taehyungs hand. "Glad to see you son", he smiled then extended his hand for me. I was actually caught off guard. Taehyung gave me a nudge to snap me out of my 'is this real' trance. "Hi-", I shake his hand and he gives a smile. I wasn't sure if that was genuine or a facade.
Once we're all seated- I take a brief glance at the table. Roasted potatoes with chicken, gravy , pasta , French fries, baked potatoes with cheddar sauce. It was like Thanksgiving . Again - rich people things. "I'll say grace-", his grandmother said and we all bowed our heads in respect. My eyes remained opened as I watched taehyungs hand resting on my thigh. Fingertips sprawled along the inner flesh ,making me gulp.
