𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 |•𝐤𝐭𝐡

Chapter 26

The evening had fallen, and the house was wrapped in the stillness of the night. Y/N and Taehyung, after a long day, were in their room, both tired but with a lingering awkwardness between them. Taehyung had noticed all day that Y/N had been avoiding him, and for the first time, he felt... bad?

He sat down on the edge of the bed, wondering what happened. "Did I do something wrong?" he thought. But before he could dwell on it, Y/N's mom knocked on the door and walked in carrying a small, neatly folded blanket.

Y/N's Mom: (grinning) "I thought you two might need this for tonight."

She placed it carefully on the bed before exiting, winking as she left.

Taehyung: (frowning) "What was that about?"

But before he could inspect it, he lazily flopped down on the bed, stretching out with a sigh. A second later, he heard a faint crinkling noise.

Y/N: (teasing from the doorway) "Mr. Kim, I hope you enjoy your... surprise."

Taehyung sat up immediately, eyes widening as he looked around.

Y/N: (pointing) "That blanket is... for something important."

Taehyung: (confused) "For something important?"

Y/N: (mischievously) "Like a special decoration? Or maybe a snack wrapper?"

Taehyung blinked and then realized-he had sat on the very thing Y/N's mom had carefully placed on the bed: a bag of flour she'd bought for a future recipe. It was now all over the bed.

After the disastrous bed incident, Taehyung and Y/N were both standing there, staring at the flour-covered mess on the bed. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, her hands on her hips, watching Taehyung scramble to make it right.

Y/N: (teasing) "Mr. Kim, you've really outdone yourself today."

Taehyung: (grinning sheepishly) "I didn't mean to, Mrs. Kim. Looks like the bed's no longer an option."

Y/N: (mock sympathy) "Poor thing... looks like you'll have to sleep on the floor."

Taehyung's face twisted into a playful frown, his mind racing as he tried to salvage the situation. He needed to get back at her for all her teasing. He stood up tall, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

Taehyung: "I'll sleep on the couch, then."

Y/N's eyes widened in horror. She looked at him, mouth agape.

Y/N: "W-What? You'll sleep on the couch?"

Taehyung nodded confidently, his hands on his hips like he had just made the most dignified decision of the evening.

Y/N: (gasping) "No! I mean-what? You can't be serious!"

Taehyung: (smirking) "Oh, I'm quite serious. The floor's too uncomfortable for me. The couch, on the other hand..."

Y/N, realizing he was about to actually go through with it, quickly scrambled. She couldn't let him get away with this!

Y/N: (panicking) "Wait, no! That's my couch, Mr. Kim!"

Before she could say more, Taehyung turned on his heel, heading straight for the couch.

Y/N: (shouting) "You can't just-hey! Wait!"

With a burst of speed, Y/N ran after him, her heart racing, but Taehyung was already at the couch, sitting comfortably and kicking his legs up as if he owned it.

Y/N: (breathing heavily) "That's not fair! I was going to sit there!"

Taehyung: (teasing) "Too slow, Mrs. Kim."