Starstruck • KTH

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My eyes widened at the groom, who was sitting on a chair, and his attention averted from his phone to the awkward me.

My hands were trembling as they made their way up to my mouth to cover my mouth which was forming a small 'o'.

He was wearing a chic tuxedo that kind of showed his athletic and fit but slender figure and it suits him really well, his hair was well made, and his face was stunning.

He is ridiculously gorgeous.

So he must be Sara's fiancé. My heart broke to shreds, knowing that my bias is going to be someone else's wife (and the wife has anger issues). It was just too sudden, there were no news on the sites, there were no clues.

It was like when the SongSong couple announced their engagement, millions of fangirls have died mentally because of happiness or sadness. Currently, I'm the latter.

I hid my sadness by plastering a pokerface. It's fake, I wanted to cry and bawl my eyes. But it's rather not noticeable since I've been faking my smiles in my whole highschool period, plus, Kim Taehyung doesn't even know me. Might as well roll with it.

I gulped as we made eye contact. My legs were as jiggly as jelly, my cheeks and ears are burning scarlet. His penetrating gaze upon me was nerve wracking.

We stayed at that stance and position for a short while. I cleared my throat and looked away before it gets more awkward.

"Urm..Mr. Kim Taehyung, I'm Chae Yerin and I'm going to be your make up artist for today" I bowed, and kept my head in that bowing position, not daring to look up.

He kept silent for a moment. I bit my lower lip and gulped due to the thick tension in the air.

"Look up" He sternly ordered.

I followed, my head tilted upwards and our eyes met yet again. This time, his gaze upon me intensified. My eyes roamed around the room, looking at anything but his eyes.

There was pregnant silence enveloping the entire dressing room. Although my eyes were roaming elsewhere, I can still feel his gaze upon me, which is not exactly a bad thing.

I mean hello?! I'm one of his hardcore fans, there's no way I would forget about this anytime soon.

I cleared my throat once more. "Mr. Kim Taehyung, I'll be substituting your make up artist due to her absence. Your photoshoot will start in less than an hour and you're not even one percent ready. So I need you to be professional as you can, okay?"

He smirked. "And what if I don't want to be professional?"

"Mr. Kim Taehyung, the whole staff is going ballistic right now because of your unpreparedness," I said.

"But I don't want to do this photoshoot," He whined, acting cute and all.

That, ladies and gentlemen, took my soul away for a split second. I resisted the urge to go nuts and squeal like I always do.

I held my composure before answering, "Mr. Kim Taehyung"

"Don't call me that, call me Taehyung oppa instead" He winked playfully.

Please don't make my life harder.

"No, I'm not calling you that" I strongly rejected, although I addressed him as that very name everytime I tweeted something about him, or when I fangirled myself through the laptop screen and added side comments about how good looking he is.