The Secret Admirer (A Kim Taehyung fanfic)

9. Breakfast at Taehyung's

I woke up at the bright glow of the Sun. I turned to my side and noticed the table clock, 13:46, I smiled. Yesterday wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I sat up and it took some time for me to notice that I wasn't sitting on my bed in my room. Where was I?

I looked around and saw amazing drawings plastered all over the wall. Some were even marked with beautiful water colour marks. Wow, this person was really good.

"Are you awake Areum?" A male voice asked. My head shot round and I saw Taehyung at the door with a tray of food.

"How did I end up here?" I questioned.

"You fell asleep as I carried you and it was already so late, so I thought I would just bring you here instead of disturbing your mother that late at night. I told your mother that you were here, don't worry." He explained while placing the tray on my lap.

I smiled at him, "Thanks" and began to tuck into my food.

I looked down I noticed something different. I wasn't wearing my clothes from last night. My eyes widened in shock and my head shot up to him and back down to the overly sized T-shirt that I wore, multiple times.

His eyes widened when he got the message. "I didn't touch you, I swear!" He defended himself.

He shook his head, with one hand raised and the other over his chest, promising his innocence. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Seriously, I didn't." He said, getting up to leave the room. I continued with my breakfast.

"Maybe." He said, his smirk drawn upon his face.

I furrowed my eyebrows together, smashed the tray beside me and ran after him with a pillow firm in my grip. He took off laughing and ran out of my sight by the time I reached the door. His house was huge because his parents owned a big company in Korea, and there were a lot of places to hide.

I peeked my head through the the door and scanned for his stupid smirk. No where. Cautiously, I tiptoed out of the room, the pillow raised with both my hands in case I caught sight of him.

Suddenly, he grabbed me from behind and lifted me into the air. I threw smacks with the pillow at him but eventually he managed to grab it off me, still holding me in his arms. I tried wriggling out from his grip but his arms just tightened around me.

He carried me downstairs and threw me onto the couch. Jumping onto me, he looked straight into my eyes, the smirk was upon his face again. I squinted my face in anger. He tilted his head side ways in confusion and then started laughing again.

"I didn't touch you, my mother got you dressed in my clothes because there was nothing in your size." He said, letting go of my wrists that he had pinned down and sat up straight, still on me and in an instant I whacked him on his arm.

I turned my head side ways, away from him and he frowned. He ran his fingers onto my stomach and began tickling me. I couldn't hold my anger on my face any longer and burst into laughter.

"Yah, stop it!" I managed to say, gasping for air as he tickled me but he ignored my words and carried on.

My sides hurt from laughing and my laughter from his torture turned into pants. Taehyung released me and I managed to throw him off me.  He began heading to the kitchen.

"Make me breakfast." He demanded like a child.

"But you already know how to make breakfast, so go make it yourself." I avoided moving as my hands pressed at the pain in my stomach and I wiped away tears from laughing so hard.

"But, I made you breakfast, and last night I bought you ice cream and gave you a piggyback home, you were not easy to carry, you know?" He whined, pouting.