gucci boy // taehyung ✔️

two

a/n

THE NEW ALBUM IS SO GOOD it's been on repeat ever since it was released

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"Shit," he exclaimed, startling you. "Are you okay?"

Am I dreaming? Is this really Taehyung? You pinch yourself on the arm. What the heck - I'm not dreaming.

"Are you real?" you manage to utter, while backing several steps away from him.

"Ah, you're okay. Sorry, but can you get me a tissue?" he asked, seemingly unaware of your amazement, and your question. Snapping out of your thoughts, you jumped up and hurried away to get a tissue.

"Please hurry," he chuckles, holding his shoe on his thigh, while balancing on his other standing leg. "My leg is going to cramp up."

You see Jiheon motion for you to hurry. Grabbing a packet of tissue from the counter, you hand it to him.

He kneels down to wipe his shoe with a slightly arrogant air, throwing you a disgruntled look for coughing on his shoes, which was starting to annoy you, even though you were still stunned by the fact that Kim Taehyung was standing in front of you.

Skimming through the new mens' designs, he picked some clothes out, and then headed straight for the fitting rooms. Meanwhile, you just stand by the counter, massaging your temples lightly and try to process the fact that your bias of BTS just entered your workplace. Five minutes later, he emerges from one of the cubicles, looking like royalty. His hair was extra ruffled from trying on the shirt, but he looked as good as ever in the snake-print oversized shirt. He also picked out a pair of jeans, with a butterfly embroidered onto one of the legs.

"How do I look? You've been staring at me for the past one and a half minutes," Taehyung remarked, sounding amused. 

You look like a five-star mea– "It doesn't suit you," you blurted, your eyes widening in shock at your feeble attempt to joke with him. He scowls slightly, but walks back into the fitting room to change anyway. 

He sure took his time. The rest of your shift was spent helping him pick out items you 'think might suit him'. 

Your shift was going to end in five minutes - if he wasn't done by then - well, should you leave? Or get an autograph- 

No, you had to be professional.

"How do I look?" 

"Very handsome. You should definitely get this outfit," you tried to get him to pay for the outfit quickly. Be professional, be professional. 

"I don't know," he said, tugging at the new ensemble that he was wearing (a polo shirt with a dragon embroidered on the collar and a random pair of pants from the shelves; he looked amazing, like he was a model fresh off the runway).

"You look good, you should really get it before the stocks run out," you smiled politely. "Also, you know, before the uh, fans appear?" You really had to go. Firstly, you had a bingsu date with Sheryl to fulfil, and secondly, if you hung around any longer you might just lose your professional composure. 

"Well, I guess." he shrugged, heading back into the changing room to change back into his own clothes. 

"I'll take these few things," he smiled, swinging the door of the dressing room open, placing the items onto the cashier counter. Raising her brows at his 'few' things, Jiheon settled his payment, swiftly tapping several buttons on the screen and swiping his card. 

"Okay, bye! Thanks for patronising!" you made a 90-degree bow at him, and hurried into the staff room to get your things. 

When you got out, you were surprised to see that he was still in the store. He grinned at you when he saw you and walked towards you with his bags in hand. 

"Do me a favour and help me with these," Taehyung said. "Jiheon told me you're a big help around here."

"I–" You shot Jiheon a menacing glare, but took the bags from him anyway. You could barely hide your excitement at spending more time with this man.  "Where do I take these bags to?"

"My car! After that I'll treat you to bubble tea or something. You've been a real big help today, and I love seeing Armys happy."

Holy. Shit. What the fuck do I say now?

"I– uhm. How do you know I'm an Army?" your face is getting hotter by the minute, so you stare at the bags clutched in your hands. You see his hand reach over to fiddle with the BT21 charm on your bag, and you don't have to look up to know that there's a big smirk on his face. "O-oh."

"So, bubble tea?"  

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a/n 

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Edit: FINE I'LL UPDATE TOMORROW STAY TUNED