gucci boy // taehyung ✔️

nine

a/n
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"You look like a million dollars," Taehyung breathed, causing your cheeks to flush pink. He watched you, in awe, as you walked toward his car.

He looked especially good - he was wearing a sparkly blazer with a black satin shirt underneath, which he pulled off easily. His now black hair was simply tousled. Basically, he looked hot.

"What hotel is it, again?" he asked.

"Point Hotel. It's just beside the mall that I work at."

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As it was a hotel, a parking service was provided. Guests were given the opportunities to walk down a short, red carpet, as if they were celebrities. Taehyung would have experienced that, because he is a celebrity.

He got out of the car, walked over to your side and opened the door for you.

Upon recognising Taehyung, paparazzi swarmed over, showering the both of you with flashes and bursts of light from the cameras they carried. 

Taehyung smiled at you, stretching out his hand for you to take it. Hesitating at first, you took his hand. It engulfed yours and made you feel safe. 

"Mr Kim, is this your girlfriend?" one of the many reporters asked.

"No, she isn't. She's a friend," he replies, and the reporters write his statement down immediately.

"No, I'm not!" you shout at her over the commotion, for confirmation. The last thing you needed was a rumour, and fans would chase you and follow you around - your peaceful life would be over. One arm of yours is linked with Taehyung's, while your other hand is preoccupied from lifting up your dress so that you didn't trip on it.

Your parents had arranged for a deep red carpet to be placed before the entrance of the hotel. You felt like a celebrity for the first time in your life.

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"So glad you could make it!" beamed your mom. "She looks gorgeous, doesn't she!" Taehyung chuckled, "Yes," at the same time as your dad. You blushed, trying to avoid Taehyung's gaze as it shifted onto you.

"My daughter is all grown up now," smiled your dad. "You take care of her, Kim Taehyung."

"Yes, sir," Taehyung promised, causing your heart to race. 

Giving you a last smile, you parents retrieved a microphone from the sound technician nearby and walked onto stage. You and Taehyung find and take your seats at the front row, directly in front of the runway. 

"Welcome to Peach Soda's 10th Anniversary Fashion Show!" smiled your mother. She was clad in a cream-coloured, shin-length dress, the hem embroidered with delicate bubbles. 

"Today, we celebrate a decade of Peach Soda's success. We never thought we'd get so much recognition, so we are very thankful to everyone. Not further ado, let's begin the show!" your dad announced.

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You got bored halfway, although the outfits on the models were very nice. The thing was, you'd seen all the designs before - Mom always sent them to you so you could have a quick peek before they were released to the public.

Taehyung was engrossed with the show - his eyes followed the outfits that seemed more of his type. Since you weren't really interested in the show, you started to imagine what Taehyung would look like in some of the outfits the models wore.

"You'd look good in that," you snickered in Taehyung's ear, as a model in a crop top and a flared pants sashayed onto the catwalk. You giggle at the thought of Taehyung strutting around in that outfit.

He grinned, "I know, right."

Changing the topic, you simply said, "I can't wait for the after-party. I need food in my stomach."

"You're always on about food," he laughs.

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You head straight for the brownies at the dessert station. What? The dessert always ran out - who cared about japchae or meat - those could be easily bought outside. But the dessert that your parents always catered for their shows were to die for.

Taehyung was queueing up for the main food and some drinks. You stood aside, inhaling brownie after brownie, watching him scoop a bit of each type of food onto his plate.

By the time he walked over to you, you had eaten 5 pieces of brownies. You grew self-conscious, wondering if any crumbs were left on your face.

Taehyung stared at your empty plate.
"You're a brownie monster," he remarked, surprised at how many brownies you ate. "You didn't even take one for me." Rolling your eyes, you head back to the dessert table and take a slice for Taehyung.

When you get back, he is talking to a shorter man with blue-black hair, wearing a velvet blazer.

"-you came here, hyung. Why didn't you say so? You know Peach Soda is one of my favourite brands of clothing," Taehyung was whining.

Wait, hyung?

Taehyung looks up to see you standing there, a confused expression etched on your face. Noticing Taehyung's shift in attention, the shorter man turns around, only for you to lapse into a fit of coughs.

Min Yoongi?

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a/n

hi im BACK
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okay so im really sorry for this shitty chapter but i'll make sure update tomorrow.
also, feel free to ask questions about the story so far if you have any.