The Secret Admirer (A Kim Taehyung fanfic)

6. Coffee

Taehyung's point of view:

She fell asleep soon and I smiled at her motionless body. She was beautiful. I wonder how she felt when she got my secret admirer note. Was she happy when she saw it? Did she even keep it? I wish I could tell her properly, how much I wanted her, how much I loved her.

But I can't. You know how she is. She says she trusts me but she's still afraid. I can see it in her eyes. It hurts to keep this all in, but for her I must. At least I was expressing my love, that's good enough for now. I couldn't stop smiling foolishly at the thought of the multiple reactions she could've had when she got my note.

I glanced back at her and noticed a lock of hair had fallen out of place. Slowly I caressed and tuck it behind her ear. Just watching her innocent self like this, sound asleep and nothing bothering her made me warm inside.

She signed it. I can't believe she actually signed it. Who would've thought? I reimagined her signing the paper, the look on her face. A smile stuck to my face and couldn't be erased. I was about to unfold the paper again when I was interrupted.

"Detention is over kids, you-" Professor Kang came in but was cut off when she saw my hand still holding her face.

My head witted round and I quickly released her. I stood anxiously and scratched the back of my head. What have I gotten myself into? She smiled at me in a motherly way. She noticed that Areum was asleep.

"I just came to say that detention is over, Professor Kim had to leave for an important meeting." She whispered, she smiled at me one more time, caused me to go red all over and silently left the room.

As Professor left the room I got up from my seat. Kneeling down near Areum's desk.

"Hey, wake up, detention class is over." I shook her gently mostly because I wanted to see her like this forever. Peaceful and happy. "Areum?" I got worried after she didn't give any responses to my wake up calls. I shook her again, more stronger this time.

"Yah, what do you want? Let me sleep." She moaned as her eyes squinted from her broken slumber.

I breathed out in relief.

"Let's go, detention is over." She waited, her head still on the desk and then we got up and left the classroom.

On our way out, her hand brushed against mine, I looked up at her gorgeous eyes, they were a hazelnut brown that grew lighter whenever any source of light hit them. Her body swayed round as she tried to hold her balance still half asleep. I linked my hand into hers and carefully walked her through to the main doors.

Areum's point of view:

"Areum?" I was woken up Taehyung, "Let's go detention is over." He said, kneeling down beside my desk.

Detention was over, but my longing for sleep was strong. My eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room and finally I decided to get up. My eyes were still heavy and half asleep, I attempted to leave the school premises without seeming drunk. I felt a hand gently slide, locking into mine and guiding me to the exit.

A few moments passed and my sleepiness had worn off. We reached the bottom of the staircase and only the door stood in between us and the pouring rain outside. I sighed and hopefully looked at Taehyung, but he was already opening up an umbrella for us.

I wrapped my arms around his free arm, hiding myself from the harsh pitter-pattering rain and we walked down the street, reaching the food court. The coldness of the rain had eaten away at my face which I couldn't feel anymore. My nose was bright red and teeth chattered rapidly.

"Wait here." Taehyung left me at our table and came back with two cups of warm coffee.

Both my hands held the cup as the steam swirled around me, making my skin moist. I sipped it slowly and let the hot liquid run through my mouth. It was sweet yet bitter. Just the way I liked it. On my second sip and I almost choked at Taehyung's state. A thick moustache of coffee froth formed above his top lip.

"Ahh, come here, you have a little-" I stopped explaining and brushed my thumb across the foamy layer. "There."

Taehyung looked at me blankly for a few seconds and then continued drinking his coffee. I laughed. This kid, really.

"Here you are ma'am." A tall man handed me a leaflet and then left.

One glance at the paper and then I pushed it to the side, my mind wanted to mumble a few not-so-nice words. The Father and Daughter dance ceremony. I used to go with my father ever since I was five. I was fifteen now, which meant this was the last Father and Daughter dance I could have attended. Could have.

Taehyung looked at the paper and then back at me. He tilted his head in confusion. He eyed the paper for some time and I quickly went to take it but I was too late. He grabbed the paper but I didn't want to face him. I knew the waterworks would have began by then.

"Can we go now?" I tried hurrying him, rising from my seat but he wouldn't budge.

"Sit down." His voice was quiet yet still demanding. I gulped and took my place.

"Can I take you?" He asked.

My mind was blank and his question echoed in my head.

"You can't. It's a father and daughter thing. We don't even have similar appearances let alone you posing as my father." I argued.

"I'm not taking you as your father," He said, I ate back my words, I couldn't think of anything in response. "I'm taking you as a friend." He said.

My mind was still echoing with his previous question.

"I'll pick you up at eight, ok?" He already had decided he was taking me yet I was still unsure.

"But-" I tried finding an excuse, but he spoke again.

"Wear something cute." And with that he began to leave for the door.

I scurried after him, catching up to find myself under the umbrella.

"Ok." I sighed, there was no use fighting against him, he would eventually have his way in the end like always.

He smirked. "Good."

The rest of the journey was silent. The frosty weather had tightened our lips and it was too cold to even gasp. Finally we reached my gate.

"Don't forget at eight." He reminded me. Of course the dance, almost forgot about that.

"Yeah, I know." I replied and with that he smirked one more time and gently pushed me to the opening, walking off by himself.

I hated when he smirked like that. It felt like failure after his demands. Seriously sometimes this boy, I wish I could smack the lights out him. I quickly went inside, his question was still echoing in my head, it was still surprising even though we were already going. Why did he want to take me?