This is a Kim Taehyung fanfiction.
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Everyone gasped as the almighty Kim Taehyung slowly moved forward and then actually kneeled down in front of a standing Soobin before joining his hands, "I killed you...
I didn't really know what to expect when I turned around, but I didn't expect this at all.
My mouth parted. He have elongated eyes and one side double eyelids with long lower lashes, V-shaped face and a heart-shaped lips, dark black hair and brown eyes.
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He stood over me like a building, he had to be at least 178 cm height! His fingers were coated in silver rings glistening in the light.
His skin was a beautiful tan color and I couldn't help but drop my jaw. I hadn't realized I had been staring for so long, as I head another clearing of the throat.
I gasped slightly as I looked into his eyes, and I could have sworn I saw slight amusement before they turned dark and emotionless.
"U-Um," I stammered. "Hi..." I whispered. I didn't get a response, the man only continued to look down at me.
I watched as his eyes roamed my body, and I became slightly embarrassed. I was about to open my mouth to speak again, but the man beat me to it.
"I'm looking for someone, and since you're the closest to the door, I though maybe you saw him." He said, still looking down at me. He tucked his hands into his pockets of the black suit he was wearing.
"O-Oh," I replied, "What does he look like?" He held up a photo on his phone, and I squinted my eyes, peering at it.
My eyes widened slightly, that was the same man I just saw run into the bathroom! I looked back up at him, and he must have saw my eyes widen because his narrowed slightly.
"Do you know him?" His pretty voice questioned.
I contemplated in my head for a second if I should rat out that man.
Why was he looking for him? Why did he need him? "Uh, no. No I didn't see him." I finally answered.
There was a few moments of silence, and I barely heard the cashier calling "next!" I turned and saw that it was now my turn, and I quickly scurried to the front.
"Sorry!" I blurted before looking at the menu again. "I-I'll have the vanilla chai tea latte, and um...um the chocolate chip muffin. That's all."
The cashier nodded and began to type on the pad thingy.
Suddenly a presence was beside me and I looked up to see him again. "Add a black coffee on there." He said, and my eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
Before I could say anything, he was handing the cashier lady his black card, and I felt my throat clog up.
"You don't need to do that! You don't need to pay for me." I said quite loudly, and he looked down at me with those mesmerizing eyes. My cheeks flushed as he didn't answer, and only took his card back once he paid for the meal.
"Come," He gestured, tilting his head in the direction of a booth. I watched as he retreated, steps filled with power.
I reluctantly followed him with small steps, nothing in compared to his. He let me sit first before sliding in across from me. I felt extremely nervous.
