☆♡His Anti-fan♡☆ 《Kim Taehyung Ff》

32. Yes, I Do!

A/n: Hey everyone! Long time no see, I know! 😅
I bet you all thought I'd disappeared for good, and honestly, I thought the same. Life's been a rollercoaster 🎢, and I lost my writing spark 🔥. But surprise, here I am! Turns out, my passion for storytelling isn't completely gone. ✨
I stopped writing because of unstable life and dwindling self-confidence. I felt disconnected from the characters and stories I created. But something changed. I picked up my story and started reading. I was amazed by my own work and got hooked, wanting to know what happens next. The more I read, the more I wanted to write.
So, here goes nothing.
Hope you enjoy it~ 💖✨

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Saachi

The way Jimin is smiling at me and Taehyung, there's one thing I can surely decipher: He is trying to play the cupid for his dear best friend. Jimin, being the winner and us being the losers, he had to make us dance, of course!

Why?

God, why? I don't want to dance with a man who pushed me in the waters just when we were about to...well...

Kim-fucking-Taehyung, I hate you!

No Saachi, you hate the fact that he didn't kiss you!

Ugh.

The song "Senorita", as selected by Jimin, starts playing and Kim makes an awkward eye contact with me. I look down, rub my palms over my arms and secretly pray for the ceilings to tear open and the sky to pull me up from this awkward and embarrassing mess. I look sideways at Namjoon-ssi, and plead with my eyes to just save me, but Mr. Kim Taehyung comes in front of me by then. And he isn't just standing, but he is offering me his hand. I scoff mentally and place my hand in his.

He guides us to the dance floor. I scoff loudly now, "You sure you won't push me again?", I give him an angry look, "You see, I don't enjoy a game of push and pull."

He doesn't answer. He just pulls me close. I scoff more.

What makes him think that he can ignore my question? What does he think of himself? Pulling me close and pushing me away as he desires!

Who cares if he's a popstar or something? I don't care!

He's a douchebag and an asshole for everything that he did today. Made me embarrassed and now he's acting as if nothing happened.

I move stiffly in his arms. I don't even know why am I making a whole fuss out of this. But I feel so enraged for some unknown reason. And I feel embarrassed. And I feel awkward. But why must I feel awkward. He must feel awkward. Yeah, that's right. His mistake.

Suddenly, Kim turns me around, his hands enclosing me gently within them. To someone looking at us, it would look like Kim is back hugging me and guiding me softly on the dance floor in an ever-so slow and romantic motion. But see only I know that this seemingly romantic scene could be flipped over 180 degrees any minute now- I could end up on the floor, or maybe I could end up being thrashed on the wall for all they know. ...An irritable hiss slips from my mouth.

"Is there anything wrong, Manager?" he asks, as though he was born just now and hence knows nothing about what happened between us in the morning.

Yes, you. You are wrong!

Why am I even letting what happened bother me? It was nothing, yeah. Let's just agree on that, Saachi. It was nothing.