One Week {BTS V x Reader}

Chapter 4

We were only in the car for about ten minutes but to me it felt like hours. The awkward silence was filled with the loudness of my mind. Was I really doing this? Going to stay at a strangers house?? I mean, I guess he wasn't a complete stranger seeing as though we have introduced ourselves and he has helped me a great deal. He started to speculate my anxiety and decided to turn on some music. Great. It was that same basic shit that the radio station play. every. single. day. that I cant stand. I sighed loudly and after realising what I had done, sat back quietly. He let out a small grin and changed it to another song; it was softer and slower and I instantly recognised it to be Dean's Half Moon. I smiled because of how much I absolutely loved that song and began to hum along, Taehyung joined in by singing too. His voice was so beautiful and calming, it was almost sexy. Wait. After listening to him singing along, I maintained my huge smile as I stared out the window and the next song began to play. Again, it was a soft and slow song that made me feel rather warm inside. I noticed a voice change around 20 seconds in and it was familiar and significantly deeper than the first. Taehyung, still focusing on the road, smiled again when he noticed I sat back in my seat, closing my eyes.

"So I guess you liked Dean then?" Taehyung asked out of nowhere, taking my attention off the song that was currently playing.

"Yeah i really love his music." He smiled again. God he smiles so much, I hope he doesn't stop. I kept my eyes closed. It was only around 4pm and I didn't want to fall asleep so I don't get into a weird routine so I kept myself awake.

After the journey which consisted of more Dean, we soon arrived at what seemed to be his house. It was big and pretty. There was a path in the middle which went all the way up to his front door. The path was edged with colourful flowers and the rest was lots of grass. He parked the car and we both opened our doors. He rushed to the back to grab our hand luggage. I offered to take them off him but he ignored me and ran to the door, unlocking it and letting us both inside. He quickly ran upstairs with the bags after telling me to follow him and he went into a room which I suppose was his and threw in his bag. Like literally, threw. He then slowly walked through the hall to another brown door. We must have walked past about 4 already. When he said 'I have enough spare rooms' I didn't expect there to literally be like 50 but oh well.

"This is your room for now" he opened the door and walked in ahead of me, placing my bag in a corner and collapsing onto the bed. I stared at him, his eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling with every deep breath he took. I looked around the room; it was themed mostly with yellows with features of grey, I loved those colours. He sat up alertly, breaking me from my fixed gaze.

"I just realised," I looked at him, confused, waiting for him to continue, "You don't have any clothes." I sighed in response as I put my hand to my temple thinking about what I'd do. "Come with me." he said confidently whilst strolling out of the room. He made his way down the stairs and outside. I hurried behind him and joined him in the car. He started to drive and we were silent for a moment. I opened my mouth to talk "I know you're probably tired seeing as I am too but I'm not letting you stay in those clothes for a week." I was surprised but mostly grateful.

"But I don't have any money, it was all in my suitcase"

"I got you, girl" he said back playfully. w h a t. Wait, did he mean he'd pay for everything?? I mean as much as I know I'm fucking broke, I'd feel extremely bad with him paying for everything.