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"Oh. My. God. I didn't know my eyes would be blessed by this someday." Jimin dramatically slaps a hand over his mouth as he enters Taehyung's room and finds him standing in front of a full-length mirror, checking himself out.
"Should I change? These pants don't seem to be complimenting the top," Taehyung mutters to himself, turning around to scrutinize his outfit from every angle.
He's wearing a loose white shirt with ruffled neck and sleeve details, smoothly tucked into black leather pants that hug his legs perfectly. A single silver earring dangles from his ear, catching the light and adding a touch of elegance.
Taehyung whips his head around at his best friend's voice. Though he lives alone in his apartment, Jimin's sudden and unexpected visits and stays are not a new thing.
A soulmate's apartment means one's own apartment, as Jimin always says.
Taehyung and Jimin have been inseparable since high school.
"Stop exaggerating, Chim. I don't look that good—" Taehyung glances back at his reflection, sighing. "—today," he adds in a whisper.
"What?? What did you just say?? Say that again." Jimin's eyes widen in shock. "Tae, you've never been dissatisfied with your looks. EVER. You don't even bother looking in the mirror before going out!"
Jimin places the back of his hand on Taehyung's forehead. "You must be running a fever. Otherwise, you wouldn't say something like this. You're too cocky for your own good."Taehyung yanks Jimin's hand away and rolls his eyes at Jimin's exaggerated concern.
Walking ahead, he opens his wardrobe and starts fussing over the shirts hanging there, ignoring Jimin's ramblings in the background.
Just so you know, Taehyung is not cocky.He's beautiful, and he knows it.He's not haughty about it—just confident. (Okay, maybe a little haughty.)
But the question is... if he's so confident, why is he having second thoughts about his outfit to the point of rifling through his closet, considering changing?
Did you hear that? ChAnGE.
"Don't tell me. Tae, do you—?" Jimin gasps as realization dawns.Taehyung's face twists into a confused expression as he closes the wardrobe door and faces Jimin, raising an eyebrow in question. "What nonsense are you spouting now, Jimin?"
Jimin leans in, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "Do you perhaps want to impress your soon-to-be husband?"
"What the hell, Chim?" Taehyung's voice is louder than Jimin expected, causing him to jump back in surprise."There's nothing like that, you shithead! He just texted me today, saying he wants to talk."
Why am I even explaining?
"Ooohhh, you gave him your number too? OooOoo?" Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.It's not every day that Jimin finds something to tease Taehyung about. Now that he has, he's not letting this chance go.
"Shut the fuck up, Jiminie. You know I don't give my number to strangers. He probably got it from his asshole of a father." Taehyung shrugs and finally dismisses the idea of changing his outfit. That would just confirm Jimin's stupid assumption.
He absolutely doesn't care what Jungkook thinks of him—or so he tells himself.
Jimin starts singing a romantic song while dancing with an imaginary partner, circling Taehyung. A swift smack lands on the back of Jimin's head. "Pabo," Taehyung mutters, spraying his most expensive cologne before running a hand through his hair one last time and heading for the door.So much for not caring.
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Let me Love you | TK
Fanfiction[INCOMPLETE] Taehyung never imagined that marrying a complete stranger to save his company would be the easy part. But life had a surprising twist in store... What he doesn't know is that his soon-to-be husband, Jeon Jungkook, has been harboring a...
