𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

11

"Good morning Mr. Kim."

"Ah, please just call me Taehyung." My fingers were interlocked, thumb rubbing across the other as I stood outside the studio of Mr. Min.

Last night, it didn't feel real. Yesterday I was just unpacking boxes and settling into my new home, and today I'm meeting Mr. Min to become acquainted before we work together.

I wore the blouse Jimin teased me about yesterday. It was a silk, pearl colored button-up, somewhat sheer, although it held a loose grasp to my body. It was tucked in neatly to my black slacks, which fell just above my formal dress shoes. I dressed up today in hopes of leaving a good first impression toward Mr. Min. As I waited for him to come out of his studio, I could feel heat pricking at my forehead. I hoped I wouldn't sweat.

Minutes felt like hours, and when Mr. Min came out, I greeted him with a smile and a half bow before saying hello. Once I returned upright, I examined his clothing and was in slight dismay. I felt over dressed. Mr. Min was in torn jeans and a loose hoodie.

With flushed cheeks, I held my hand out, and once he took it, I gently shook his hand. "Good morning Mr. Min," I let go of his hand, clasping mine back together welcomingly. His brow raised in confusion and he shook his head stating, "I'm Min Yoongi, not Mr. Min. Call me Yoongi."

"O-Okay," I nodded my head, thinking to myself about how old Yoongi was. If he was older than me, I should call him Yoongi hyung. But I wasn't completely certain.

Yoongi began walking and I followed by his side. We'd been arranged to have breakfast to get to know one another. The closer we got to where we'd be eating at, the more I stressed about my appearance and the impression I was making.

"So what's your name?" Yoongi's voice was nonchalant. I felt like I was walking on lava, although I could rationally tell the situation wasn't extreme. I smiled as we walked and fumbled with my hands.

"My name is Kim Taehyung. I performed a few nights ago for the nation's gala." I felt my face grow warm as I spoke. It was still unbelievable to me that I was going to be under the wing of Min Yoongi.

We arrived at the restaurant we were arranged to have breakfast at, and I felt guilty as I hadn't brought my wallet. We walked in and sat down, a waitress offering us drinks. Yoongi ordered a black coffee, and I stuck with the water already at the table. I pulled gently at the collar to my shirt and looked at Yoongi apologetically. "I-I don't have my wallet with me, and it just dawned on me..."

"Ah, don't worry about it. The company is paying for this." Yoongi reassured me as he picked up a menu. I flushed, picking one up as well and skimming through the various food items.

The restaurant was rather quiet, but then again it wasn't very busy. I could hear idle chatter between the waitresses as they tidied up. I could also hear the clicking of fingers onto a table. I glanced out from the menu to locate the sound, and gasped audibly once I saw Jimin and Namjoon, sipping on soda and waving.

I tried to put my head back down into the menu, but found myself being peered at curiously by Yoongi. I faked a calm grin and folded the menu, setting it down onto the table. "I just saw one of my favorite meals and got excited, I'm sorry." I glanced to the side and saw my friends growing larger in my field of vision. Were they coming over? Please no!

Yoongi chuckled before having looked over, his brow raised. Before the table stood Namjoon and Jimin, smiling warmly and greeting him. I hid my face in my hands hoping they wouldn't embarrass me. Namjoon was nicer than to do that, but as for Jimin, I had no clue.

"Hello there Yoongi. My name is Kim Namjoon, I'm Taehyung's prior instructor and his boyfriend." Namjoon held out his hand, a welcoming grin across his dimpled cheek. I watched as Yoongi shook his hand, a look of thought crossing his cheek.

"Nice to meet you. And you are?"

"Hiya! I'm Park Jimin!" Jimin's voice cracked as he spoke and he bounced where he stood. Yoongi invited the two into the booth with us. Namjoon sat beside me, gently clasping my hand beneath the table and brushing his thumb across the top of my hand to comfort me. Jimin sat beside Yoongi, beaming brightly with excitement.

"So how long have you two known Taehyung for?" Yoongi asked, his expression was flat. I was having difficulties reading his expression. I shifted my hand so I could intertwine fingers with Namjoon. He brushed his shoulder against mine gently and smiled toward me. The small gesture was very soothing.

"I've known Taetae since he was tiny! We grew up together! We lived beside each other for years. If you ever want to see pictures of him as a baby just ask me! I have plenty~" Jimin giggled deviously and Namjoon gave him an unimpressed look.

Yoongi chuckled at what Jimin said and cocked his head slightly, "I might have you take you up on that one sometime. Thanks Jimin."

My cheeks were bright as a cherry and I sighed inwardly. I wished Jimin would keep embarrassing things to himself. I don't need the coolest man in all of South Korea to mock me.

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