Every year there is always that one rookie kpop group that outshines the rest. That one group who towers victoriously over the others and this year it seems BTS is that golden group. These seven young men have already received thousands of fans and...
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Since Taehyung had done all of the cooking, the two of them had managed to reach a fair compromise which was why Arang was cleaning up the chaos he had created in the kitchen. She returned all of the ingredients he had used back to their original shelves and cupboards, disposed of any trash lying around, wiped the counters down and washed the utensils, cutting board and pot they had used. Once she had turned the faucet off, she dried her hands with the small striped towel dangling on the oven handle. "Okay, now it's really time for you to go." She declared as she walked over to the boy who was resting comfortably on the couch.
"I will. I just want my stomach to properly digest first." He reasoned as he patted his tummy.
"It had fifteen minutes to properly digest. That should be plenty of time. Besides, it's not like you're going out to run a marathon. You won't suddenly cramp up and die while you're walking around. Seriously, get out of my house before someone else comes back. If they see you, I'm going to say that you barged in here own your accord without my permission and refused to leave." Technically, that was the truth. Sure it sounded highly suspicious but if Arang had to take a polygraph test to prove to everyone that she was being two hundred and ten percent honest, then she would.
"Is this how you repay someone who saved you from starvation?" Taehyung scoffed indignantly. "The least you could do is give me a simple, well-deserved thank—" He wasn't able to complete his statement due to the fact that his phone had chirped, notifying him that he had just received a text message from his mother. His mouth dropped down to the floor as soon as he had finished reading over the contents.
"What's wrong with you now?" Arang frowned. Curious, she leaned down and peered over his shoulder. Her eyes proceeded to widen in shock while she gulped like a fish out of water. "You've got to be kidding me," she murmured in disbelief after she had gathered her scattered thoughts back together.
"I guess we both have to leave now." Taehyung announced as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. Abruptly he turned to the left, underestimating the proximity they were sharing. For a moment, he was completely stunned. They were so close that he was able to catch a whiff of her shampoo which seemed to be a mixture of coconut and a hint of vanilla. Realizing that the space between their bodies was way too minimal Taehyung reacted almost immediately by jumping up and away from the girl.
Arang nonchalantly straightened her posture and cocked her head to the side, sending him an estranged look. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!" He shot back defensively, jabbing an accusatory finger at her. "Haven't you heard of a personal bubble before?" With his arms, he drew an imaginary circle around his body. "You shouldn't invade somebody else's space unless they tell you otherwise."
"That's rich coming from you," Arang snorted as she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Stop being a hypocrite. You didn't have a problem rummaging through my room while I was absent."
