𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞!

𝟎𝟑]]BILLIONAIRE

                                               B I L L I O N A I R E I N H O M E

                                                                    pov : kitkat 

I WOKE UP. I shut my eyes the next instant when my vision was filled with white. I opened them again and looked around, trying to see where I was. Memories of last night bombed my mind and I realised that I was in Taehyung's house. A perfect douche of a stranger. I quickly got up, rushed to the bathroom and looked at myself. I was decent. Brushing my fingers through my hair, I straightened out my hair and rinsed my face.

There was a brush and it looked new, so I used it to brush my teeth. After looking a little better, I adjusted the jeans and white tops I had on. He had lent me those to wear.

Releasing a sigh, I strolled out of the room in search of Taehyung. The house was relatively huge. He told me that he lived here by himself. Where are his parents then? He must be well-off. All the furniture were white, making everything look classy.

Pursing my lips, I reached the kitchen and searched for any food. There was nothing, except a stack of Nutella in a cupboard. Sighing, I pinched my nose, feeling frustrated and sauntered around the house. There was no trace of human life. I was walking along the window when my eyes met a bakery at the nook of the street. It was small.

Quickly yanking my wallet, I took off out of the house, making sure to lock the door behind me softly. Striding down the street, I rounded the corner and reached the bakery. A 'Close' sign was put up, but there was a woman inside, tidying up the tables. They might be opening soon. I nudged the door open anyway.

The woman still hadn't noticed me.

"Yo momma's so fat that her belly button reaches home fifteen minutes before she does!" The woman shouted and for a second, I thought she was yelling at me.

But then, a voice from the kitchen came, a male voice, "Yo momma's so fat, I took a picture of her last Christmas, it's still printing."

The woman cackled before saying, "That's a good one."

I cleared my throat, catching the attention of the woman in front of me. She had black hair, stopping right at her shoulder. There were green streaks along with the hair. Her eyes were black. She had a sharp face, one which would make you cower. She had olive skin, which looked smooth and shiny. She was short, standing with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a shirt that said, 'I'm allergic to stupidity.' A smile tugged my lips at the saying.

"The shop is not open." She proclaimed, proceeding to wipe the counter.

"Yeah. I saw." I wavered. "You are opening soon right?"

"In half an hour." She said, tossing the waste cloth away and it docked swiftly on the tray behind her.

"Oh," I said. "I'm really hungry."

A smile danced on her lips at my sentence and she gestured for me to go to the glass counter which contained all the food.

"What do you want—"

"Oi! Where is your 'yo momma' fat joke?" A voice called from the kitchen.

"Shut up Danny! We have a customer." The woman exclaimed. I smiled at the situation.

She turned around to glance at me. "Sorry. That's Dan. I'm Shira  by the way, the most intelligent person on earth."

"I'm y/n," I replied, giggling. "I would like some chocolate doughnuts and those KitKats."

"Sure, Rose." She replied and I smiled at the friendly nickname she called me. I liked her already. It has been a long time since I have ever had a real friend. So long. I felt a small hole in my chest filling up at her friendly gesture.