WINGS || Taehyung

#3 - One Handshake

You were on your way back home to your best friend and his food, blowing into your cupped hands in an attempt to warm yourself.

You thought about that stranger with the Chanel coat. He did seem very, different. You just didn't know what kind of different. Even though Jimin and Jungkook didn't take you seriously, you couldn't help but feel there was something quite unusual about him. He set off a completely different aura.

Then you remembered the black haired man. He too was very captivating in his own way. If he tried, he could have girls falling in line for him. For some apparent reason, you had a gut feeling they both knew each other.

You brought your head up just at the right time, dodging away from the gate before walking into the apartment complex.

'Hey, Y/N.' Jin greeted you as he opened the door, giving you a light hug.

'Hey,' You hugged him back.

'Something on your mind?' He asked you. You debated internally on what to ask about first.

'Two things, actually,' You said as he helped take off your coat and went into the kitchen with you behind him.

'Fire away,' He said while setting the table. You sat down on the chair and leaned your elbow on the counter.

'Okay so first, you're gay? Or was it another one of your infamous puns?' You asked him incredulously, referring to the phone call that had taken place earlier that day.

'Ah, you know me so well Y/N. It, of course, was a pun. You know how in the English Language there's a word 'gay' that means happiness-' He began, as he took his place opposite you.

'Oh please, Seokjin, cut me some slack,' You groaned lazily. He laughed, before asking you about the other thing you wanted to talk about.

'So yeah, there was this really hot guy in the café today...' And you narrated the whole scenario on how you felt about him - how very different he was. As you went on, you found him even more attractive, although you had seen him just once. By the end of your narration, you felt like meeting that mysterious man again.

Jin seemed just as interested in it as you did, and actually began thinking of certain (humorous) possibilities.

'Try talking to him, and if he has a strong Italian accent, I bet he's Mario in disguise.' He said with a serious face almost making you spit out your water.

'You're no less than those two idiots.' You muttered.

'I mean, he could just be a foreigner or something. That's probably why you felt...a change.' Jin commented, ignoring your glare.

'Yeah, I know. I shouldn't have bothered asking you.' You finished your food as fast as you could after that, almost choking in the process.

You were just about to walk into the kitchen again to grab a snack when you heard Jin calling you from his room.

'Yeah?' You asked as you opened his door.

'There aren't much groceries left, so would you mind-'

'Would it matter if I said I did mind,' You cut him off knowing the obvious answer.

'Of course not, love,' He chuckled smugly and looked at you.

'Fine, I'll get them.' You said, rolling your eyes.

In a few minutes, you were on your way to the store, your sling bag occasionally hitting your leg as you walked.

You muttered to yourself, thinking about completely random things or reciting some formulas that were no less important than an everyday dose of Seokjin's puns.

You entered the store and began your spree, getting all the necessities, and occasionally calling Jin to ask what else to get that at one point he made you note down the whole list onto your phone.

'Now don't call me again, I need to study!' He said crossly before cutting the call.

You huffed as you stuffed your phone back into your jean pocket. He could've been a little bit more helpful, you snorted.

Once you made sure you had everything bought, you carried the packets and walked towards your apartment.

You were swinging the packets in your hands as you bobbed your head to the beats blaring through your earphones, your eyes half closed.

'Ouch!' You had bumped into something hard, making you stumble back slightly.

The impact made you drop your packets but thankfully, the contents were still in them. You looked up to see, you had bumped shoulders with none other than the hot blond Chanel coat stranger from the Café. Your breath hitched when you noticed you hadn't apologized to him.

'Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going,' You said, bowing to him.

'Please, don't be, I'm just as to blame, I wasn't looking either.' He smiled warmly at you, involuntarily making your heat flutter.

You practically stared at him and he just smiled at you until his expression changed as though a switch had been flipped in his head.

'Ah, where are my manners; My name is Kim Taehyung. You served me the cup of Cappuccino at the café earlier today. It was just divine, as always.' He said, extending his hand.

'My, my, very flattering, aren't you, Mr. Kim? I'm Y/F/N.' You said, extending your hand to meet his. You were slightly surprised at your sudden outgoing response, knowing that you were more introverted than this.

'Please, just call me Taehyung-' He froze, making your smile falter.

'Mr. Ki- Taehyung? Are you-'

'Uh, I'm sorry, but I have somewhere to be right now. I'll see you later, Y/L/N.' He spoke abruptly, snatching his hand away a bit too offensively, making you think about your hygiene.

Did I not wash my hands?

'Al-Alright,' You said but he had already left, leaving your hand hanging in mid air.

' Well, he definitely isn't Mario,' You mused, laughing at the encounter as you replayed it in your head. He was so so much more appealing in close proximity. He definitely felt like a completely different species to you; He was too perfect.

You picked up the packets that had fallen and continued on your way back. You couldn't shake off the disappointment you felt when he had snatched his hand away but nevertheless, you looked forward to meet him again at the café.

'Kim Taehyung.' You whispered to yourself, as a smile crept its way onto your lips.