A couple of squeals echoed in the hallway as you went down the stairs. You paid no mind as you went through your backpack, finding your ringing phone inside where you tossed it along with your sketch book.
"What is it?" You asked Taehyung who was the person on the other line.
"Nothing. Just missed you." He chimed happily, "You're done with your classes, right? Can we meet? Are you busy?"
"Yes." You replied. Because of Taehyung, you are now barely surviving with all the deadlines and workload. "I hate you right now. I'm not telling you where I am."
He clicked his tongue, you can imagine his ethereal eyes gazing at you with his beautiful smile, "Y/N, come on, playing hard to get? Really?"
"I'm tired, Tae. I'm sorry but I can't meet you today." You sighed into the phone as you reached the landing then all of a sudden, a hand yanked you back.
The air in your lungs was knocked out by the impact of your chest against his. Your cheek rested on his shoulder as he lay a gentle hand on your head, "Rest all you want right here. I don't mind."
You are still in a complete state of shock when you felt his arms engulf you in his warmth. His firm chest became a solace for your tired soul. You were listening to his heart calmly beating in his chest when you heard a couple whispers, reminding you of where you are, who you are.
You pushed him away and set a distance apart from him. "Don't do that ever again."
Taehyung followed after you, closely on your tail until he caught hold of your hand. You faced him, looking at his face. "The fuck do they care if we date each other? You can't runaway forever. I don't want to hide our relationship, Y/N."
"I'm not hiding it.." Your eyes softened and you held onto his hand tightly, "I just.. just.. got scared. I don't want them to say bad things about you because of me."
"Stop worrying about me." Taehyung patted the top of your head affectionately. He was so close to you. The scent of his body wash filled your nostrils and you swam in delight. You liked how he smell. You like every little thing about him. No one can like him better than you can.
You put your arms around his back and hugged him tight, putting a smile on his face.
"Don't let me go." You heard him hum against your temple then his arms slowly took you in as you told him, "I'm never letting you go."
Taehyung smiled down at you when he pulled away, "I finished the dress. I want my model to try it on for me."
You warmly smiled as you let his fingers intertwine with yours, "Okay."
*
| taehyung's point of view
We've held each others hand on our way to the work studio that was just near her building. She tugged her hand back a few times when people who knew her or knew me saw us walking together while holding hands but I didn't let her go. She kept her head low when other students began to stare at us and question what they were witnessing.
One of them was the guy who broke Y/N's heart before. That guy who used her to get good grades on his drawings because she made my girlfriend do his project for him. I felt the incredible urge to come up to him and punch him in the face when I saw him smile at us as if we were some kind of comedians. Y/N's grip on my hand tightened so I let it go. For now. My face is not that of a fighter anyway. I'll prove to Y/N that I'm capable of being mature.
The work room was empty except for the two of us. I waited for her to change into the dress, leaning back into my chair with my legs crossed. She stepped out quietly in the dress that I made for her. My lips stretched into a smile as I stood up and approached her. I checked the fitting on her, on every corner. I let my eyes drink her in before finally deciding that my masterpiece is done.
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