I Fell For Kim Taehyung

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Remember to add "I Fell For Park Jimin" to your libraries as this story will be over in a few chapters! Don't miss the second book about Jimin's love life!

Taehyung's Perspective

"Yujeong, Eunbi," I named off the first girl names that came to my mind, putting down each finger as she shook her head to each one I mentioned. Its been over 48 hours since I met this girl with knee highs and me learning about my father's insane plan. I still wasn't able to wrap my head around this, but I should have seen it coming sooner than later. I was in my own happy world, filled with future images and that of Ona, that I never seemed to remember my father's intentions. "I went through thousands of names. How can you not be one of them?" I asked her.

She looked over at me as she picked up a deformed, boring, grey rock and flipped it around in her hand as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. She turned to the murky, turquoise waters of the small pond before letting out a tiny grunt and skipping it across. The skip only lasted one bounce before creating a huge plop into the shallow depths.

"Even if it was, I wouldn't tell you," She huffed, a plume of white smoke exiting her lips. We decided to go to the vacant park that was next to the lonely restaurant, needing fresh air in order to figure out what to do. "I'm a mystery and I like it that way." She shrugged, bending over to collect more stones to throw as that became her favorite game for the past half hour.

"Obviously I can go to Yoongi Hyung and I will force him to tell me. I can't let you be a blank face after all of this." I shifted in my seat in the King Cherry tree with its branches bare of pink blossoms and the branches hanging low enough for me to actually make it to the ground without breaking anything. It was relaxing if you forgot about the patrol that was on my ass.

"Please," She snorted, rolling her eyes as she placed all of the small stones in her coat pocket. "Yoongi wouldn't cave to someone like you. We made a deal that I wouldn't tell his secrets if he didn't tell mine. It's how our system works and it's the way we met." She skipped another stone, this one not really much of a skip but more of a ski-plop.

"Which I am interested in hearing." I noted. I have been dying to hear the whole story, to see what brought these two interesting characters together. How Yoongi and I met was just over a few drinks at a party Namjoon decided to bring him to. It wasn't the greatest of introductions nor was it the least bit disappointing. It was...mildly interesting. But her and Yoongi? I feel like there is this deeper connection.

"Aren't we here to resolve your problems and not talk about my association with your friend?" She turned around to face me, twiddling a stone between her fingers. Her velvet skirt blew in the chilly breeze, her right knee high was lowering more once again, and her left coat pocket was starting to turn inside out. Her style was unpredictable and strange, basically just like her. But she was right, I couldn't involve myself in other people's relationships when I have a bounty on my head and a prison sentence that was tattooed to my forehead.