Muse 📸 // Reader x Kim Taehyung (EDITING)

5) Lost

♪ 'Cause right now I wanna get lost in this moment.

Keep both my eyes open.

Nothing to prove, let's keep this to ourselves.  ♪ 

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Your head was in a textbook, but your mind was elsewhere.  You laid in your bed, the conversation that you had earlier with Taehyung in photography class playing through your head on repeat. It felt unreal that it had actually happened. That you had talked to him... like that. 

"So... What makes you so interested in photography?" Taehyung inquired. "You need to protect every damsel with a tongue shoved down her throat?" You had seen his cheeky smile through your peripherals, and it burned a fire within you. You shoved him on the shoulder.

"That's rude as hell, dude," you started to rant, turning toward him almost pouting, your irritation with his inconsiderateness evident. You knew he was only joking, but because it was coming from him, it seemed to hurt more than it should have. You did not want him to think so lowly of you, even in a joking manner. "It's not some trivial reason. It's something that's really important to me. To be honest, I'm kind of offended you'd assume so little of me..." your voice trailed off, regret filling your head as you realized you probably should not have been so honest with him.

His demeanor seemed to change entirely as he threw a hand shyly behind his head. "Sorry... I didn't mean to offend... I was only kidding. I don't think that little of you, I promise."

A promise. 

You looked up at him and caught his eye for a moment. You felt chills rush through your body as you maintained eye contact with him for what seemed like too long.  You were tempted to look away, but you felt something stir within you, pulling you toward him.  His eyes were seemingly softening you, bit by bit. Before you knew it, you were opening up.

"Photography has always been my dream. I want to tell people's stories. And I don't think there's any better way to do that than through photos, that's all."

He continued to stare at you. Really, it felt like he stared into you, but you were afraid to admit that. You tried to fight it, but with him staring at you like that, you could not help but meet his gaze, peering into his dark eyes and wondering what exactly was hiding behind them. What he was thinking. 

What he was thinking about... you.

"Interesting," he remarked. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Seriously?"

He looked puzzled. "What?" he muttered, surprised by your harsh reaction.

"Seriously? That's all you have to say? Is my dream so pathetic that no words are necessary to endorse it?" You were somewhat irritated, but also somewhat hurt that he was not as interested as you wanted him to be. You did not understand why you were being so defensive and easily offended. It was not like you to be this moody. 

You guessed that things were different when it came to Kim Taehyung.  He caught you off-guard and continued to surprise you.  You were practically melting from the inside out in his presence, and it was becoming increasingly harder to control yourself, your words and emotions having a fun time jerking you around. 

"It's not pathetic..." he began, seemingly authentic in his response. "I didn't think that you'd want my approval."  He looked down toward the desk, kind of laughing at himself. "Besides, regardless of what I would've said, I'm sure you would have had some sort of sassy remark anyway. That's just how it goes between us. Always has. Probably always will." He stared forward, hands clasped together at his lip, resting his chin on his fists. He sighed slightly.