Starstruck • KTH

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Taehyung's POV

I don't usually do clubs. Clubs are way out of my league. But being the good senior I am to Sohye, I still came here even though I know that she's up to no good.

Well, that's what I thought when she said that 'she has a good feeling about this'. Her 'good feeling' has never been proven. Usually, she sets me up with her model and actress friends, which I despise because they're complete leeches. I have to make them drunk until they pass out just to remove their extra hard grasp on me.

She thinks she's a good 'matchmaker'. Well, I think she's horrible at it. To me at least.

Scratch that, she's actually quite good. She somehow made my stone-like friend, get a girlfriend and they just celebrated their first anniversary yesterday.

I sighed when I exited my Lamborghini. Even with my sunglasses on, people still recognized me in an instance. I strode to the VIP's entrance and the people from the regular line immediately took out their phones and I can hear flashes and clicks until I enter the building.

The music is crap as always.

Sweating girls with body fitted clothes that showed their private parts went to me, eyeing me like I'm their midnight snack. But I shoved them off, showing that I'm clearly uninterested.

I made my way to the bar, quite far from the dance floor, away from the sea of drunk people. I took out my phone, debating whether I should call Sohye or not. Instead I took a picture of the bar and updated my instagram story.

I'll just call or text Sohye after I get my drink.

As I reached the bar, I saw a girl, with long black hair, wearing an electric blue strapless dress sitting on the far edge of the bar, talking to another girl, who looks familiar.

When the other girl left her, I realize that the girl who just went back to the dance floor is Sohye. And the girl with the blue dress, must be her friend.

That darn woman, playing cupid all the time. I thought before storming off to scold Sohye.

But, I saw a glimpse of the girl's face, and she looks extremely familiar.

No, it can't be. I thought.

As I got closer to her, I came to a realization that she's her. The girl I've been wanting since middle school, the only girl who talked to me back then, knowing that I was an obese kid who clearly had no friends. Plus, she was popular among the boys back then. She wanted to be my partner on our first day at school and she always flashed that gummy smile of hers to me.

Chae Yerin.

"Yerin?" I called out to her.

Her expression showed that she heard me calling her name. But she ignored me. She took out her phone, and she seemed to be messaging someone. She looked at her phone after she typed, and giggled to herself.

Maybe it's her boyfriend.

But why is she here without him?

"Chae Yerin" I called out again, sitting beside her this time, yet she ignored me again.

I had no choice but to touch her, slightly.

I poked her shoulder, she flinched. Then, she turned sideways to look at me.

Once our eyes met, she gasped and covered her mouth with both of her hands. Her shocked expression was cute, although the place is dark, but I could see the redness of her face showing, which made her irresistibly adorable.