gucci boy // taehyung ✔️

three

"I'm guessing that you already know who I am?" Taehyung asked, him sitting in the driver's seat, and you in the front passenger seat.

You choked on air again, but immediately, a tissue was placed over your mouth by Taehyung, muffling the loud cough you emitted. 

"Do you need some water?" he teased.

"Who doesn't?"you blurt out, before you knew what you were even saying.

Taehyung raised one of his brows. "Are you a fan?" he cocks his head to one side, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yeah," you reply, staring and fiddling with the Gucci necktie that you had taken off.

Taehyung's grin widens. "Am I your bias?" In surprise, you look up, and into his eyes. You quickly avert his gaze, because the intensity of his gaze was just too much.

"Yes," you replied in a hushed whisper. Why was this excitement turning into nervousness?

I want to tie the necktie around my eyes so I can't see his smug grin. Someone please wipe it off his face.

"Is that so?" Not good, not good, not good. Be professional. 

"Well, after the whole Gucci store thing, I think I'll change my bias to Suga," you joked, laughing at his offended expression.

Putting on another cheeky grin, he said, "Admit it - you enjoyed goggling at me just now."

Fine, point made. "No, I didn't. And actually, I was still trying to process the fact that I'm seeing you in person."

You jumped in surprise when Taehyung suddenly launched into the chorus of 'Lie' by his fellow member Jimin. 

"What the!" you shrieked, making him burst into laughter. But he only continued singing.

"Don't be like a prey, be smooth like a, like a snake!"

The whole situation was so funny and unreal, that you burst into laughter, this time startling Taehyung.

Metaphorically speaking, you laughed until you got six packs.

---

Well, Sheryl was pissed that you were late, but the annoyance morphed into curiosity when she saw Taehyung, but with the mask on, of course.

"Y/N?" she hissed at you, jabbing your arm. "Who is this? Why didn't you say that you were bringing someone?"

"It's a last minute thing. But yeah I don't think you'll continue to be mad when you find out who he is. Not now though - it's a bit dangerous to do it now." you replied, trying to contain your excitement at seeing Sheryl's reaction to Taehyung.

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The three of you walked into Bingsu Paradise, a popular dessert shop. It wasn't crowded now, because people were still at work. Perks of working in an early shift? You get to eat when the crowd's away.

You ordered an oreo bingsu - one of your favourites. After ordering, you look at Taehyung in anticipation, waiting for him to give the cashier the money. He did mention that he was treating, right? If not you were going to melt in embarrassment.

"What?" he asked, trying to look innocent, hands in his pockets.

"I'm paying, aren't I?" you say in a small voice.

"Well, I didn't say that I'd pay?" he argued, turning away to look at the menu. "Nice of you to expect your bias to pay." 

I thought you'd be paying? Well, treat my foot!

Clenching your fists and trying to breathe calmly, you took out your nearly empty wallet and paid for the bingsu - your parents don't give you pocket money very often, insisting you make a living on your own to learn how to be independent.

---

You, Taehyung and Sheryl took a seat in the corner booth, Sheryl eyeing Taehyung with curiosity. Noticing this, Taehyung sighed, and pulled down the top of his mask to expose his full face.

You couldn't contain your laughter as Sheryl's eyes bugged, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle her little scream.

"Don't scream, please," Taehyung said in a low voice, pulling his mask up to cover his handsome face, before some of the few customers or any paparazzi spotted him. Sheryl's hands, trembling, dropped onto the table.

"I'm dreaming, right? Shit, I must be dreaming," she starts to slap her cheek.

"Is she always like this?" Taehyung asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

"She's never met her favourite band's member before, so this is a first. Also, I would've reacted this way if you weren't so rude before," you reply, patting a hyperventilating Sheryl on her back.

Taehyung scoffs. He didn't know if you meant it in a stan Twitter way or the literal meaning.

"One oreo bingsu," a waiter served your order. Sheryl was still staring at Taehyung, and Taehyung was staring at the bingsu. You took the three spoons from the waiter, passed one to Sheryl and kept the extra one in your grip. Taehyung wasn't eating food he didn't pay for.

"Where's my spoon?" he asked. His gaze fell on the spoon clenched tightly in your grasp. Staring you in the eye, he attempted to remove the spoon from you hand.

"You're not getting it, you didn't pay for the bingsu!" you asserted. Because he was sitting beside you, the proximity between the both of you was getting closer as he grappled for the spoon, making you flush red like a tomato. 

"Give it to him," Sheryl hissed, "He's your bias!" She mouthed the word 'bias', exaggerating the way she mouthed it, so you'd get the point. But after that, she went back to eating her bingsu, glancing at the both of you as if she were watching a movie.

"Give it here," said Taehyung fiercely. You shook your head violently, your hair whipping him in the face. You felt apologetic, but took the opportunity to wrench the spoon out of his grasp as he squeezed his eyes shut when your hair hit him. 

"Sorry!" you yelp, and attempt to cover your face with your spoon.

Glaring at you, he leaned close, his face inches away from yours. Your face flushed like a tomato again, making Taehyung smirk victoriously. "Give me the spoon, or I'll kiss you."

That's taking things too far, mister!

Stunned, red-faced and unable to breathe, you sat there, helplessly, as Taehyung sat upright again, snatching the spoon from your hand, and eating the bingsu that you paid for with your last ten dollar bill.

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a/n

hello! thank you for reading my story! also, i'm thinking about writing the chapters in third-person perspective instead. what do you think?

edit: i have edited this portion! it is now in third-person perspective.