☆♡His Anti-fan♡☆ 《Kim Taehyung Ff》

34. IYKWIM

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IKWIM: If You Know What I Mean.

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Kim Taehyung

I keep the phone aside and sigh as I flip on the bed to gaze at the fan. The confusion about my own feelings for Saachi doesn't seem to mop up, and the line between love and attraction keeps merging now.

I sigh as I sit up, unbutton the maroon shirt I wore tonight, and throw it at once on the nearby couch as I make my way toward the bathroom. I wash my hands, apply deodorant, and run my fingers through my hair before I get out of the toilet while wiping my hands clean.

That's when the doorbell to my room chimes and I immediately start to walk to attend the visitor. Must be Jimin and Kook with glasses and beer demanding another round of alcohol. Oh, thinking of Jungkookie, where did he disappear from the dance floor?

I open the door and my eyes almost pop out seeing the dishevelled yet gorgeous person standing in front of me.

Jasmine, in her nightwear oversized top and panda print pants (with one sleeve of her top running low on her shoulder), with her long straight coffee locks sprawled around her shoulders, lipstick slightly faded, eyeliner smudged, cheeks crimsoning, intoxicated eyes, and a tipsy smile, looks nothing like the manager I danced with just 2 hours ago.

Is she drunk?

Disorderedly, she looks at the number plate on the door and with a tiny pout, nods her head in confirmation to herself, as if she was on a spy mission to locate Room No.469.

I hold back a smile, thinking to myself: She's definitely drunk!

What now? Wanna inform someone over a Bluetooth piece that you found the room, Ms. Spy Saachi?

I gulp down my laugh. She looks like that...funny, totally like a funny character.

I try to hold her, but her actions are swifter. She turns to look at me but doesn't look at my face, instead, her eyes are fixed on my naked chest.

I get insecure, for a moment, I really don't understand what am I feeling. But, 'shy' for sure.

Well, should've worn a shirt, Taehyung-ah! Tch.

I open my mouth to speak but she beats me to it as she speaks, "Oh, Kaira got a man?"

Huh?

She looks up and down at me and her lips tug in an impressed manner, "Oh...and that too a self-caring man?"

Huh? What?

She cranes her face close to mine, and instinctively I bend back a little, just a tiny bit. She sniffs the jelly-like brown mask on my face and bobbing her head, she asks, "Mhm...smells like chocolate...de-tanning mask?" But doesn't spare a second for me to reply as she answers herself, "Yeah, I'm smart. I guessed that right, I know. Share with me that chocolate mask later, hunky boy."

Hunky- what?

Before I get even a normal second of my time to register her strange yet funny behavior of nodding her head to the room number plate, calling me 'hunky boy', and sudden stupidity of sniffing my chocolate mask, she pushes past me and enters my room, walking and looking around as if it's her own room.

She halts near the bathroom, and smiles, which looks like she's giggling, or I don't know what, and yells, "Kairaa!!!! You must be in the bathroom? Right? Right! Haha" she giggles a bit. "I just came here to sleep with you..." she pauses to take a look at me, "But you got a man...so still lemme be here...I'll let you cuddle me. Promise..." She finishes yelling at the closed bathroom door.