KIM TAEHYUNG | taehyung x irina

twenty one

| irina's point of view;

I came home at around 4am from work. My legs are killing me, especially my ankles. I hate having to do dance in heels and putting all my weight on my ankles. That's the reason why I don't wear shoes with heels outside of my workplace. They are just too much work.

My apartment is small and I like it that way because I don't have to walk far away to get to the kitchen or the bathroom. I've been living here since I left my godforsaken hometown. I don't understand why people want to stay there and live their whole lives there until they die from old age. That small town where everybody knew each other, everyone knew which daughter or son is from this household, where no one can keep a damn secret because rumors spread so quickly like dominos falling on top of each other. I'm pretty sure they're talking about me now and the life I live here in the city but this is still better than being stuck in that place. I cannot live in that small town, let alone breathe. I'm contented with myself right now and what I have. I know I can't do stripping forever. Someday I'll have to quit and take on a new career for myself, something stable and something I will be happy doing but that is still so far away. A deep sigh escaped from my mouth as I scan the collection of envelopes on my coffee table, most of them are utility bills that are due.

"Fuck me." I groaned when I saw the envelop from the landlord, reminding me about my rent that I failed to pay on time.

It totally slipped my mind that I'm two weeks late already. The notice said I will get kicked out if I don't pay next week. I'm going to have to work double time. How am I going to do this with everything that's on my plate right now? I have school and exams coming. I tipped my head back against the couch before I fished my phone out of my bag.

There were three missed calls from Taehyung. The first call was 30 minutes after I left work. He was trying to call me every 30 minutes but my phone was on silent. I wanted to call him back but I'm too tired to have a conversation. I tried to construct a message to send to him when his name flashed on the screen.

"Finally she answered." He sighed over the phone, his voice sounded deep and velvety I love it.

"Hi.. Why are you still awake?" I picked myself up tiredly from the couch and headed to my bedroom.

"I wanted to check if you came home safely." Taehyung spoke softly. He was worried and I could tell he is sincere about it so it brought a smile on my lips. "Are you at home now? What are you doing?"

"I'm taking my clothes off.." I talked slowly, teasing him when I know I shouldn't because I have no energy left to entertain him. "..getting ready for bed."

He groaned and I heard him roll around on his bed. Why am I imagining him leisurely leaning his back on the headboard, the covers of his bed tossed around his legs as he waits for me to talk some more. "I want to see you.. I want to be there next to you so bad."

"Taehyung." I breathed his name and he sighed. I smile at that. "Not now. I'm tired. Maybe next time."

"You always say that.. I haven't seen you since I visited you last week at your work." He whined and he sounded so needy. I wiggle myself out of my jeans and my clothes. I put on a tank top before I crawled under the blankets. "Why do I feel like I'm the only one who makes an effort between the two of us? I make sure to text you even if I'm busy and I check up on you at work. I gave you space when you said you needed it.. I would go out of my way just to see you.."

"Honestly, I'm going crazy thinking about you all day.. but you don't seem to feel the same." Taehyung's voice lowered to a whisper on the last sentence. I felt bad for doing his to him. "Don't you like me too?"