It Isn't Easy || kth

Chapter 5

Zahara: *Apple Pie by Fiestar is currently playing throughout the car as Zahara's phone is connected. Zahara is singing along as she does the choreography but only the hand movements since she's sitting. She's smiling as she's doing this* Hey tteugeopgo dara Sweet like apple pie pie Cheoeumigetji So Sweet neon ireon mat mat Neoreul wihae junbihan nae maeumi Ije geoui da guwojyeosseo boini So sweet like apple pie pie Tteugeouni josimhae-

Tae: *grins as she does this, and looks at her* I wish I recorded that

Zahara: *laughs a bit and looks at him* and why is that?

Tae: *looks straight ahead toward the road* because it was cute

Zahara: *shakes her head as she slightly blushes* so...*slides close to him, whispers in his ear* where are we going?

Tae: *turns his head slightly closer to her to whisper in her ear* I'm not telling you

Zahara: *pouts* ¿Y porqué no? (A/N: I'm a fluent speaker and I don't type properly like that. Makes me feel uncomfortable for some odd reason.)

Tae: *thinks for a moment, because he is familiar with that saying but can't quite remember what it means*

Zahara:*sighs* I'm sorry, Spanish just comes out of my mouth sometimes. Why not?

Tae: no can do

Zahara: what can I do to convince you?

Tae: *stays quiet as he thinks of ways...wink wink (A/N: don't think too wrong ya nasty)*

Zahara: *looks at him and begins to think deeply* shit, I don't know you too well to know your weaknesses...*slightly smirks* but I may know one

Tae: what..?

Zahara: *begins to tickle him*

Tae: no wait no fair! *dying of laughter*

Zahara: *smiling* tell me!

Tae: *shakes his head*

Zahara: Taehyungieeee why not?

Tae: *trying to catch his breath*

Zahara: *stops tickling and moves back to where she was sitting, looks back out the window ignoring Taehyung, trying to get it out of him*

Tae: *catches his breath* because I said you'll see....*looks over at her* are you not speaking to me?....Really?....*sighs and looks forward again* fine, ignore me. I don't care....Zahara?......Zahara?! *looks at her*

Zahara: *acting as if he isn't there, looking at the nails of her right hand*

Tae: I like it better when you are speaking *looks forward to the road once again*

Zahara: *looks at him but doesn't say anything*

Tae: this hurts you know *looks back over to her*

Zahara: *looks back out the window* maybe if you answer my question I'll sing and talk

Tae: I'm not allowed to

Zahara: *looks at him* what do you mean you aren't allowed t-where are the girls?

Tae: with the rest of the boys.

Zahara: where are the boys?

Tae: with the girls.

Zahara: *stares at him with a blank expression* where are they?

Tae: they are where we are going *looks at her*

Zahara: I will whine like a little child

Tae: no you won't

Zahara: try me