Number || Kim Taehyung

11

i was on the phone with sejeong until a hot breath hit my nape.

i flinched and quickly turned around to see taehyung with his smirk.

"i will call you later. bye." i ended the call and stuffed my phone inside my back pocket of my jeans.

"you are early today." his marvelous deep husky low voice brushed over my ears,causing a prickle on my face.

the heat crowded on my cheeks as he stepped closer and his fragrance invaded all of my sense.

he always smelled the same.

utterly masculine.

i took a deep breath and looked at him. his large brown eyes, sharp nose,covering his forehead tousled blonde hair and unbotton top of his shirt flooded my vision.

something keeps disturbing me.

his eyes.

they are worried and a little uncertain like he was not sure of himself.

i feel my knees getting weaker at this sight. my breath quicken as he leaned closer and closer then his hot breath hit my ear.

"let me drive,today." i breathed out the air that i have been hold and opened the car door.

"sit infront."

i don't know what has possessed me because before this i always argue back but now?

what the hell is happening to me?

i put on the seatbelt and glanced at him.

oh god,his side profile makes my mouth watery.

"where are we going?" i questioned him.

"my home." i raised my eyebrow at him.

as soon as we arrive an unfamiliar yet not so big house,i looked at taehyung.

"this is not your house."

"it is." he answered me shortly.

"but how abou―"

"that's my parents' house." i make an 'o' shaped mouth then stepped out of his car.

"wait,how can i go home?"

"you are staying here,starting from today."

"what?! "i quickly tail him entered his house.

"i want to go home." i pleaded with a small voice.

"im hungry,cook something for me." he said then went upstairs.

i stared at his back in disbelief.

how can he do this to me?

im not his maid.

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i stared at taehyung who is sitting across me ; devouring the food that i had prepare.

"taehyung,i want to go home." i bit my bottom lips and fidget with the hem of my white t-shirt.

"don't do that." i looked up and find out he was piercing at me.

"do what?"

he dropped his spoon and stood up. i immediately stood up and back away but my luck is not by my side,my back hit the counter.

taehyung is standing right infront of me until there is no private space for us.

"w-what is wrong with you?"

i brave myself to look up and he was staring at me. his eyes is filled with loneliness and sadness. i bit my lips again because it is my habit everytime im nervous.

"i said don't do that." he whispered and i was fully taken aback when his cold hand pulled my bottom lips and caressed them with his thumb gently.

taehyung's hand trailed downward until his fingers brushed ever lightly across my lips.

a spark of fireworks and butterflies are having a wild party in my stomach as i am under his touch.

"i am that kid."

why am i not surprised? i just stared at him,looked into his brown eyes which are fulled with guiltiness.

"say something." he lifted my chin gently and my eyes started to sting with the tears that i hold.

he cupped my cheeks and he leaned closer and closer until his breath fanned my face.

i looked away and get away from his grip.

"send me home." i said coldly and turned my back at him.

"yong hwa,plea―"

"fine,i will walk then." i continued as i didn't hear anything from him.

"wait! yong hwa! " he grabbed my forearm and turned me around to face him sorrow filled his eyes.

"aren't you happy to meet the kid that send you all of those letters?" i closed my eyes in attempt to calm down the rage inside me and looked at him.

"no―" he was taken aback and his reaction is very obvious.

"―because the guy that gave me the letters is a coward." i spatted at him and walked away.