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"So, this is a PG wet t-shirt contest basically?" you muttered while looking at your outfit in your reflection on the side of an old Mercedes. A white t-shirt, some jean shorts, and a pair of *short* heels. You felt really awkward in the outfit, but it was what the school had the students wear for the school car wash to fundraise for some mysterious ASB event. To be honest, your school did a lot of shady things, so this didn't surprise you.
"No, it's a car wash. But face it, you know I'd win a wet t-shirt contest between the two of us," Taehyung said innocently as he moved a bucket full of car washing supplies to the side.
"But you don't even have... a chest."
"Exactly," he replied.
"Bitch, if you don't shut yo punk ass up, you 'bout to get the ass whooping of yo life, and you'll be wishin-" you started before getting hit in the head with a heeled shoe. "Tae, I'm gonna fuck your ass up."
"Get in line, so is everybody else at this car wash," he countered with a wink. He flipped his shiny hair while you just looked at him with disgust. One day, you'll probably end up killing him for everything that he has said. He just shined you that cute little box smile of his, and all of your anger disappeared. Well, most of it. He just hit you in the head with some heels, so you had to retaliate, of course. No sin could be left unpunished.
"Taehyung, you do know that I will smack you across the face with no remorse, right?" you claimed. His smile widened even more than you thought could be possible, and he started giggling like a little kid.
"No, you wouldn't. You love me," he teased while doing the most cringy aegyo you've ever seen. You honestly wondered if he was on drugs, sometimes.
You smacked him. However, not across the face. He was right -- you wouldn't smack him across the face. As much as he annoyed you sometimes, he was too precious for that. Also, you weren't that heartless, in general. Thus, you hit him on his back instead.
Again, he giggled. "Y/n, I'm gonna slit your throat," he said seriously while locking eyes with you. Before you could even figure out how to reply to that statement, he continued, "I'm just kidding! We don't have time for that right now. We have to wash cars now, silly!" He didn't bother cracking a smile after that, which left you wondering. At this point in the friendship between the two of you, you stopped questioning these things. Half of the time, he couldn't even form coherent sentences, and the other half of the time, you had no idea about what he did actually mean with his coherent ones.
You two sat in silence for a few moments, having a stare off. You always ended losing these staring contests, since he had the most intense eyes that you've ever seen, and you couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by him. This boy gave you a rollercoaster of emotions, and it really wasn't good for your health.
"Taehyung. Y/n. What are you guys doing?" a voice interrupted your staring match, which annoyed you a bit. Couldn't this person see that you were busy? "The car wash event started forty-five minutes ago and you guys have washed a total of zero cars, but look at that! There are about twenty cars waiting in line to be washed over there." You whipped your head in the opposite direction of where you were looking and saw the line that the voice mentioned. Did forty-five minutes really pass that quickly? All that you'd been doing was messing around with Taehyung the entire time.
After a few moments of realizing you really were screwed for time, as the event was only an hour and a half in total, you snapped your head to look at the voice speaking to you. Your class president. They continued, "Look, I really don't care how these cars get washed, we just need the money. So get to work, unless you want Saturday School!" A fake smile spread across their face as they briskly walked away.
Taehyung watched their figure disappear behind the line of cars as they went to talk to another group, then he turned to you. "Hey, let's make a bet," he proposed.
