Precious || K.Taehyung

Her Innocence

The first time she had met him, his hair had been as white as fresh snow. Now, it was a striking raven black. Intriguing. Daunting. So much so that she had only one desire but to run her fingers through it. All in a desperate attempt to understand its shade.

It was silly.

It truly was.

Yet.

She loved him too much.

"Kumiko."

Far too much to fuss over the details.

"You don't even like books."

Far too much that they had been sitting in the Murakami Mansion library, for at least an hour now and she had yet to even think of grazing a book. Hence, bringing her back to Kim Taehyung's knowing smile.

More precisely, to the cherry red scarf hiding his lips from view.

All the more to accentuate his deep gaze.

"I'll keep watching." She whispered before averting her gaze from his. "Maybe I'll end up liking them."

"Watching?" Taehyung lightly chuckled before hiking his scarf higher over his nose. "What happened to reading books?"

"One step at a time." She giggled right back at him before leaning down on the table separating them.

Propping her cheek onto her palm, she could now take a closer look at him.

Somehow, it always amused her.

All of her father's men completely dressed in black.

However, the effect was different on Kim Taehyung.

His black sweater should have hugged his figure. Instead, it hung loosely around him. At times, accentuating his slim figure. Only to make one guess something else altogether the following minute. Quite on the contrary, the same could not be said for his jeans. Torn at his knees, they always managed to hug every inch of his toned legs.

Not that she could see much from where she was.

"Can I help you, Miss Kumiko?"

So much so that she had found herself sitting up on her knees.

Only to peer closer.

To the point of her nose bumping with Taehyung's.

No words could describe the small yelp that escaped her lips as she sprung away from him. Nearly flattening herself onto the tatami as she raised her hands to her lips. Thus, forgetting that something needed to stop her momentum.

"I can see everything." Taehyung teased as he rested his elbows on the table.

"I'm in a kimono." Kumiko countered.

All the while fussing with the said kimono. Though it was, as she had clearly stated, a kimono. It had been latched on so perfectly that nothing had been out of place.

Nothing but her hair.

A fault that Taehyung had easily dealt with.

Carefully leaning forward and tucking it at the back of her ear.

All as she turned more than slightly beetroot red.

"There."

His voice was further away than it should have been. Thus, signaling that the coast was clear. She could once again open her eyes. Only to see Taehyung submerged in his book once more. Not even bothering to take care of his strand of hair falling into his eye.