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Forty Six : His birthday

Your pov-

I walked down the stairs with Taehyung, holding his hand tightly whilst the crowd of maids, his friends, and relatives stood in the hall, awaiting his grand entrance.

"You have done that all huh?" He asks in incredulity, causing me to chuckle lightly as I lean towards him to whisper, "Lisa helped me in most of it, this is the thing we have been planning our ass and sleep off, do you like it?" I asked with my bambi eyes shining in anticipation of his satisfaction, but he only stared at me, his eyes, as if warning me, imperceptibly, he wasn't glaring but I could feel something off in the way he looked at me, I was about to ask him but the sound of loud cheering averted our attention to the front, why am I thinking something bad? I should help him cheer up, he is probably just sad that he is injured at his birthday party.

But I have to try my best to make him happy, and not let this day be ruined.

Soon we both were engulfed in hugs and talks, he introduced me to his guests as his girlfriend and fiancé I was internally squealing the whole time, everything was just perfect.

I stepped back a little as some of his guy friends circled him, it felt awkward as the only girl stood in between so I just stood behind while waiting, this party was totally not my type, there was no music, no dance, just people conversing here and there.

My eyes were fixated on my man.

He was perfect.

Even though his hand was still covered in a huge bandage, little ones covering his minor cuts here and there, it still couldn't mar his beautiful features and when he smiled? Oh my god, I combusted beside him, there were so many people but my mind was still going on erotic mode, I couldn't help but be lost in his presence and nothing mattered to me at that point, I just wanted to drag him upstairs and kiss him hungrily, shit I need to stop I am turning totally red.

"Yo boiled tomato." I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a light smack on my head, I didn't need to turn around and see his face, this nasty tone couldn't belong to anyone else than the great Park Jimin himself.

"Jimin...just get lost, go eat the cake, not my brain." I hissed annoyingly and passed him a side glare.

"As if you have any. By the way, I was here to inform you, that your dress is ripped, under your arms. So don't wave your hand like a stupid eagle." He whispered lightly and I froze on my spot, how come I didn't notice?

I hurriedly lifted my arms to check and he grabbed my arm, keeping it down. "Gosh, you are such a dimwit dolt." He muttered in slight anger, "Oops." I faked a grin at his words. "Don't call me rubbish," I spoke with a fake smile, holding myself back from glaring at him.

"Alright, trash. Now come here." With that, he started to drag me with him, but I paused when I heard Taehyung's voice. "Y/n? Where are you going?" I looked at him staring at mine and Jimin's hands intertwined, I immediately jerked my hand away from his grip.

"Taheyung actually-" "Would you like to dance with me?" He suddenly asked, his eyes not so pleased at the view, hands pointing towards the empty stage and I gulped nervously, he took my hand, in an attempt to pull me towards him but Jimin was fast enough to pull me back and keep my arms lower. "What the fuck was that Jimin?" Taheyung asks in anger and I grin awkwardly. "Taheyung my dress is ripped, I will go change!" I mouthed and his eyes finally stopped narrowing in a frown.

"I will come with you-" he paused when another guest called him. He gritted his teeth, not giving any heed to the guest and stepping closer to me. "Taehyung I'll be back in a minute! You have to stay here or everyone will question! Jimin is with me. Don't worry." I spoke hastily before walking away with Jimin.