Starstruck • KTH

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"Can you smile Taehyung-ssi?" The photographer pleaded for the nth time within the hour.

Watching from a distance, I can't help but laugh at Taehyung's stubbornness during the whole photoshoot session. He was never serious.

He refused to do all sorts of skinship to Sara even though the photographer asked him to. He pleaded for Taehyung to at least smile, but there's no avail.

Taehyung stood there like a statue beside Sara who has been touching and doing poses that would make the pictures seem realistic.

Any man would've been swooned by her, but it's no surprise that Kim Taehyung isn't. Instead, he repelled as if she's some sort of pest to him.

This has been going on for the past hour and us, the crew gave up on forcing him to pose.

Suddenly, an ear piercing screech was audible and a black limousine stopped at the back of our van. We were all surprised, including the two supposedly lovebirds.

A fuming middle aged man wearing a sleek, black suit emerged from the back door of the limo. I was convinced by his looks that he might be Taehyung's father.

Oh no. Shit's about to go down.

"Kim. Tae. Hyung!" The man roared as he stromed to where Taehyung was standing at.

I shifted my gaze from the man, who was heading towards Taehyung at my right, to Taehyung who was frowning at my left. I could've sworn that Sara smirked for a split second.

That evil bitch.

"You ungrateful child!" As soon as his father reached him, he slapped Taehyung on his left cheek, which was loud and clear. And it made everyone stop from what they're doing, including me.

Taehyung kept quiet, he hung his head low, and he was balling his fists. Sara, beside him, was refraining herself from grinning menacely. Everyone might've not noticed it, but I can. And if I have the power to punch her in the face, I would do it more than a thousand times.

"Mr. Kim! Please don't hit him! He's still in shock on our engagement which was too sudden. He needs time to cool down," Sara pleaded.

If I were still her fan, I would've believed her. But now, I can see clearly that she's purely acting, and it's working pretty well.

You two faced hoe.

"If you give him time, he'll be serious about this. Am I right babe?" Sara looked at Taehyung lovingly.

Taehyung was silent.

"Aw! She's standing up to him!"

"Goals."

"Can I get myself a Sara?"

I heard the others fangirling or fanboying over their 'sweetness', and I was holding back a snort.

Mr. Kim's head turned to Taehyung, then back to Sara. And he sighed.

"Fine, I'm doing this because you said so, I'll talk to them to move the photoshoot date to next month, since he's busy these days," Mr. Kim said with a smile to Sara, who was also smiling back.

"Really? Thank you Mr. Kim!" Sara fully bowed to him while saying it in an annoying nasally way which made me cringe.

Moreover, Taehyung was apparently irking with disgust at the sight of his supposedly fiancée and dad getting all future-father-and-daughter mode.

"Hm," Mr. Kim nodded before answering a call and headed out straight away, not bothering to glance at his son.

He entered his limousine and was gone within the speed of light, leaving us, the crew to clean up.