Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK

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Taehyung POV

"He's been calling me non-stop!" I whine, pushing my phone away from me, the incessant buzzing becoming increasingly bothersome.

"Well, I wouldn't blame him. If I had a fiancé as hot as you, I wouldn't even be able to leave you for even a second." Jimin says, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He takes a sip of his coffee and I wrinkle my nose in disgust. 

"Oh shut up," I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes wandering around the cozy ambiance of the bustling cafe. "Ha-yoon, you know, invited me to this fancy business party tonight. Do you think it's worth going?"

"Go, Taehyung," Jimin's encouragement comes with a playful smile. "It'd definitely be a good time." With a mock pout, he adds, "Ugh, I wish I had a wealthy boyfriend."

"You're totally a gold-digger," I tease, earning a light smack on my shoulder from Jimin.

"You little bitch," he jests, a wide grin breaking through. "Regardless, what are you planning to wear for the occasion?"

"I'm not sure yet. Probably just grab a random suit or something," I shrug casually.

"Come on, Taehyung, you have to look good," Jimin insists, his tone slightly more serious. As he delves into some trivial topic, I lean in attentively, engrossed in the conversation.

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"Ha-yoon, I can go to the party tonight." I say to him, over call.

"Oh really!" He exclaims, his voice ecstatic. "That's great. I'll pick you up at 8, 'kay?"

"Okay." I mutter. "See you then."

"Bye, darling." He says and hangs up. I throw my phone onto the bed and look at my wardrobe. 

"What should I wear?" I mutter to myself. I rummage through my clothes, trying to find an outfit. I have so many clothes but none of them seem nice today. 

"MOM!" I scream. Within a few seconds, my mom jogs up.

"You scream my name like you're being kidnapped or something." She mutters as she eyes the mess of clothing. "What do you need?"

"I'm going to a party tonight with Ha-yoon." I reply.

A smile makes its way onto my mom's face. "Oh that's great, honey."

"Yeah but I don't know what to wear," I mumble, feeling a bit puzzled as I gesture towards my overflowing closet. "Help me," I plead, hoping for some guidance amidst the sea of fabric and styles.

"Wear that silk red shirt with black jeans," she suggests, her eyes lighting up as she deftly retrieves the outfit from the rack. "You look absolutely breath-taking in it," she praises.

"Hmm." I murmur pensively, my fingers caressing the soft fabric of the shirt. "Thanks, mom. You're the best. Now, leave."

My mom sighs and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

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I slide effortlessly into the sleek silk shirt, reveling in how the supple material caresses my bare skin with a gentle touch. As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, a surge of pleasant surprise floods through me. I can't help but appreciate the striking image before me. A sense of satisfaction washes over me as I observe how my lustrous raven hair beautifully complements the vibrant red hue of the shirt, creating a captivating visual contrast that further enhances my overall look.

I take a quick snap and send it to Jimin. He immediately replies with hearts and lip bites. I chuckle at his behavior.

"Taehyung, Ha-yoon is here!" My dad calls out.