『fourteen;』

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he got out of the shower, it was steamy and he was worried wether it would bother yujin or not, well, it was her fault for saying he should take a hot one. but now the real struggle just began; what towel is he gonna use?

"yujin?!"

"huh? what is it?"

"what towel should i use?"

"uhm, there should be some in that white closet under the sink."

"oh yeah, i found some, thanks."

he dried himself and didn't know what to wear.

"uhm, yujin??"

"what is it?"

"uhm, i actually, don't really know what to wear, uhm ... i mean i don't have any clean clothes left pretty much, i mean apart from underwear of course so, like, i know you're a girl, but do you, like, uhm .. have clothes for me??"

"let me see"

he waited and it didn't take long for her to find something.

"here i got a grey extra large hoodie and white oversized shorts, is that okay?"

"yeah sure."

"can you open the door, i'll look away don't worry."

he opened the door and felt cold air touch his skin, it gave him goosebumps as he reached out for the clothes, he took them without making any contact with yujins eyes nor hand. he quickly closed the door again and threw on the clothes to go out again. his hair was still wet and he had thrown the hood over it to cover his crown. he stepped out and once again, felt the cold air surround him. yujin was opening her arms dramatically, whisper shouting a theatrical "let me welcome you into my home!"

she was sprinting into the other rooms saying what it was, she didn't even care if taehyung followed her or not, it was a small apartment anyways so he could just follow her with his eyes. it was pretty late so they both yawned a lot.

"so, where should i sleep?"

"oh, uhm, how about the couch? i swear its high quality enough to sleep on"

he was fine with it, really, if it just wasn't in the exact same room that her bed was in.

"but, then you're gonna sleep in the same room as me...are you really okay with that?"

"yeah of course, as long as you won't fucking stab me in my ugliest sleeping clothing."

"no no i'm just asking, most people find it weird when a boy and a girl sleep in the same room."

"okay, it wasn't awkward at first, but now you're making it, taehyung, stop it."

he giggled and whispered a small apology.

she was giving him a blanket and a pillow and asked if the blanket was warm enough for him, he nodded and muttered a sincere "thank you" before his eye caught something. he quietly walked up to it and inspected the small transparent bottle. yujin was slightly irritated but chose to just watch him.





he carefully opened the bottle and watched the liquid drip into the bottle from the tiny applicator. he smiled and looked at yujin, if he wouldn't be her age and not able to harm a fly, he would've looked like a psychopath. he sat down next to her.

"yujin? can you please give me your hand?"

she resisted and laughed.

"you're so excited, should i be scared for my nails?"

"no, please, i swear i'll be careful, i'll be serious i swear, i just wanna paint your nails."

she sighed and completely turned to him, now having her feet on the bed too, reaching her hand out.

"you just want one painted?"

"no dummy, i just question your ability to paint both my hands nails at the same time."

he giggled and agreed, admitting that it was a stupid question. he sat on the bed completely now too, he put the nail polish bottle on his lap and took her hand with his free hand, she had smaller and more delicate hands than him, which wasn't quite hard with his hands being a man's hands and 20 centimeters big. he was really concentrated on applying the paint to only the nail and not creating any harsh lines, she watched him sharply inhale and she found it cute how focused he was on something so peculiar.

"you look like you're reading a death certificate."

he laughed, "i was caught off guard by this joke too but never take rejection as a failure."

"what does that even mean??"

"i don't know wiz khalifa hyung said it once."

"woah, khalifa oppa smart oppa."

"stop it i have to focus!"

CHAPTER FOURTEEN; NAIL POLISH

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