I Need You (We Need Each Other)

Part II

     "Taehyung, you really didn't have to do this," Naya insisted. She was a little late in her statement, seeing as he'd bought the apartment flat before they even arrived in Korea and had it refurbished already. 

     "Of course I do. I got you fired," Taehyung stated. "Plus, it's your dream."

     "Yes, but you didn't have to go and buy me a studio."

.    "I couldn't just let you leave BigHit and go to nothing, could I?"

     Naya huffed, frustrated. Taehyung didn't understand what she was so worked up about. "If you really wanted me to get something, you could have just bought me colored pencils or something. Not, you know, a whole property." 

     To which Taehyung replied, "It's not actually yours. It's on rent, and I've only payed for the first four months. When you're famous and stuff, you can pay me back." This much was pretty obvious to Taehyung. 

     "Taehyung. It's. I don't know. It's excessive? And I really appreciate what you're trying to do but you're just." Naya gestured vaguely at the whole apartment, and then at him. "A lot. There's no guarantee that I'll succeed, and be able to pay you back."

      "Then you can pay back in drawings of me and free haircuts. But this whole money talk is making me uncomfortable. Can we not talk about it?" Taehyung grew up in a relatively poor family, and it always became awkward when the school wanted money. In fact, it was likely that, if he hadn't become an idol, he wouldn't have attended college at all and become a farmer. 

     Naya just sighed in response. "Fine. If it makes you happy, I'll move in."

     "Perfect!" Excited, Taehyung smiled widely and hugged Naya, surprising her. 

     Wow. She was much skinnier than Taehyung expected. Looking down at her, he saw she was almost swimming against his flowing Gucci shirt. 

     "You don't eat enough," Taehyung stated, holding Naya at arms' length. It was hard to tell from this view; her loose T-shirt covered the shape of her body and the top half of her legs. But pressed against her, he could definitely tell she was somewhat malnourished, kind of like Jimin during that one horrible phase when he kept dieting because of a fan's comment. 

     "I'm drawing when I'm not--" she corrected herself, "when I wasn't working. Ramen was basically my meal for the day."

     "That's really unhealthy," Taehyung told her. "From now on, I'm going to take you to lunch so I can watch you get nutrition."

     Naya ran a hand down her face tiredly. "Taehyung, it's fine, rea--"

     "Nope!" He strode to the door and opened it. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at, say, twelve? I shouldn't have anything then. I took the liberty of leaving my number on your bed, so you can text me." He left, not letting Naya say a word.

     Walking down to his car, Taehyung's brow furrowed. Why am I doing this? Sure, he'd gotten Naya fired. But why couldn't he just apologize, forget her, and move on?

     "Um, hello?" Naya's nervous voice through the phone put a smile on Taehyung's face. "Is this Kim Taehyung?"

     "Yes," he sang. "How are you, Naya?"

     "Oh, good." Taehyung could hear her smile through her voice. "How are you?"

     "I'm pretty tired. We just finished rehearsals for a concert." 

     He heard rustling on the other end. "Okay, cool. I'll hang up now, then. You should rest."

     "Wait," he stopped her. "Why did you call?"