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I walked in Taehyung's room to find him doing what I imagined.
He was the having the time of his life in full pace. I meant, yeah...full pace.
"Ahhhh you're so tight Zheng-ssi," his moans are sure so intoxicating that for a second even I zoned out but running away from those dirty thoughts, I call him out.
"Taehyung."
He didn't listen. Of course how he couldn't when he's in the most pleasurable time of his life perhaps.
"Kim Tae-ssi. In your drawing room in 5."
I lastly tried firmly ordering the man that he luckily heard, and I left for his drawing room.
I knew the panic and irk I've gifted in the room behind but can't help it, because of him yet another girl in now on my phone going to be blocked either sooner or later which I hate to do but this man is never off my tits.
After 5 minutes a young lady ran out of the room assembling herself and her clothes on her way. My attention was easy to budge so I kept maintained the posture I was in, straight and firm.
Just after her following man came who I asked for. I simply sat there with folded arms and wide legs that Taehyung first observed, smiled and sat across me with a giggle thinking he can easily get off the mess he created for me yet again.
"Who's Arial?"
"Oh her... So she texted you?" He bluntly asked with amazement making me sure that he's behind everything... once again.
"Seems like it."
"Well, she's a really good friend of mine and knew about you already a bit when she arrived my home. She saw our pictures in my room so I tricked her and have your number instead of Namjoon's."
"Hold up, she's that Arial?" I question him with bewilderment, and a tint of shock in my voice. It can't be.
"Yep, she's his Arial, you're right. But you know right, they're not much than friends and it's been years, if something had to happen it would already have so yeah..."
Taehyung gets up as he finishes his sentence and moves towards kitchen leaving me with forming questions one by one in my brain every second.
"But still, how come she didn't have his number after years of contact?"
I asked the very first question which was pretty obvious to do. How come Namjoon's best friend for life- Arial texted me instead of him. That means she didn't have his number but that's not possible.
In this while, Taehyung who was making tea for both of us smiled again. The guilty one.
"It's you?"
He nods a little leaving me with a sigh on my own at the corner of the kitchen counter.
"I deleted his number from her phone, and when she asked me, I sent her yours. Good thing that your and Namjoon's numbers are a bit alike so she didn't question as her work was important too and she was in a hurry so it was a win-win for me."
He keeps up with his work giving me whole lotta headache at once. This man is such a master mind in such cases.
"Taehyung, I swear you need to stop all this. You know I do not like female interaction..." I say a bit pleadingly to him so that maybe he can understand it for once and stop doing things that are troublesome for me.
"Yeah yeah your fake female interaction. I know till where your interaction is limited." He huffs with seriousness in his vocals as he served tea in two cups for us both and keeps it in front of me with a thud.
I know whatever he does is not to cause me any inconvenience but I plainly ain't no a big fan of all this anymore.
"One incident cannot change a person this much." He states with no logic.
"Have you been in my shoes?" I cross questioned to this statement while taking a sip of the tea.
"I've been throughout all your phases of everything." Taehyung states firmly this time but I try not to budge again. I remain the calm in me so that no blurry words come out of my mouth that may initiate a argument amongst us.
"Leave it Taehyung, I'm over it, but I lost interest after everything so yeah...do not try anymore."
"But hyung, we're still on it right? Why can't you at least keep hopes? We'll find-" Taehyung was cut off as the bell rang. I felt so at relief and thanked the person outside to have come at the very precised time when I needed it.
But damn...who knew the person I thanked would be someone I'd be running after seeing.
"Arial...welcome!"
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