How She Became His Girlfriend

9 ▪ Drunk In Paris

Since awkwardness became visible between the two, Taehyung cleared his throat, "Haha, good line in front of the fans, huh?" He joked.

      "In front of the fans?" Hyenee said in dismay, "yeah, totally. You got me there . . ."

       "Yeah . . . uh," Taehyung didn't want to end their conversation just yet, "so," he cleared his throat once more, "after Mexico, where are you guys headed to?"

        "I think it was New Jersey . . . Osaka . . . the Philppines, Ireland and then Paris. How about you?"

         "After this, Australia, Italy, Spain, China and then New Zealand."

         Hyenee then reaized something, "V, the concert's in five months but I badly want to know what our second song will be, so would you be kind and tell me what the song is so I can practice it—"

       "Mhm, not happening."

        "What do you mean by not happening?" Hyenee tried to clarify.

        "I'm not telling you, boogerface. Don't sweat it, just trust me on this one. Ah, you better rest," Taehyung then faked a yawn, even though he wanted the conversation to last longer, he also wanted to avoid the topic of their second song, he wanted it to be a surprise, "sweet dreams, try not to dream of me."

        "Conceited much?" Hyenee giggled.

       Taehyung then chuckled, "Mhm. Good night. I uh, I . . ."

         "You what?"

        "I . . ." He paused for a moment and smiled, shaking his head, his smile still not fading away, "I better go. Try not to fall for me as you dream of me. Bye, LTP."

       Conceited, indeed. Hyenee smiled, "What's LTP?" She then asked.

       "Love Team Partner," Hyenee thought he was just simply cheesy, but it's another thing she adored about him, "okay yaaawn," he joked, "goodbye!"

        "Mhm . . . good night . . ." Hyenee smiled, "LTP." Taehyung was going to say something when Hyenee quickly ended the call.

        The smile engraved on her face just wouldn't fade away, she slowly placed her phone on her desk and then suddenly—"AYIEEEE!!!"

       "Oh sh—" Hyenee almost cursed. She held onto her chest, her shoulders suddenly inflating seeing Naeja and Naomi squealing like children. "How on Earth did you two get in here?"

        "Doesn't matter," Naomi then shrugged.

        "What matters here is what you and Taehyung have. So spill, girl, spill. We aren't besties for nothing!" Naeja then smiled.

        "We saw the article. Are you and Taehyung oppa really dating?" Naomi asked.

         I wish. Hyenee thought.

        "On screen we are," Hyenee explained, "off screen we aren't. We're just plain best friends, buddies, partners in crime—"

       "Wait, so you two are going to pretend that you're dating? Why not make it real? It's more natural if you two do so," Naeja said, slightly teasing.

       "Ugh. Jaja unnie, Mimi, how many times do I have to tell you two, he's my best friend, and I'm his best friend. BEST FRIEND. Only that. Nothing else." Hyenee then explained some more.

         "But . . ." Naomi crossed her arms over her chest, "what if faking it will actually turn you two into a real couple?" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, pointing at her, then suddenly doing jazz hands.