Taehyung's Wrong Number - BTS Fanfic

thirty one

Taehyung towelled his hair while staring at himself in the mirror. It was a bit low for his height, probably suited for the short occupations in the apartment. He leaned down to examine his face.

"Are you almost done in there?" Ara's voice caused him to flinch in surprise and hit the lights hanging low. Hissing, he took steps backward into the door and prayed to the lord that he didn't break anything.

"What was that?" Ara sounded scared. "Are you okay?"

"Uh," Taehyung saw that the lights were still intact and in fact, not broken. "Yeah. I'm good. Everything's good."

Still shirtless, he strode over to his bag to grab a tee-shirt, but the door swung open. The weight of Ara on the other side was only being supported by him leaning against it.

She fell on the tiles.

"Ara!"

Taehyung rushed over and kneeled down, already checking to see if she was hurt. The way she feel looked like it hurt, and before he wanted to laugh he wanted to make sure she wasn't harmed.

"Y-yeah," Ara pushed herself up into a sitting position and glancing at her hands. "Sorry."

He looked her over once more before allowing himself to let out a laugh. Luckily she had only fell a short distance and had caught herself, but still. It was funny. 

Confused and worried as to why Ara wasn't laughing, he looked back down at her and saw her staring at him. Just then he realized he was bare-chested without a shirt on. Immediately, his hands shot up to over his chest, but overall, everything was still hilarious to him.

"What?" His devilish smirk shot up, "Enjoy what you see?"

Ara reacted as if she got burned, her eyes narrowing and lips tightening, but the blush on her cheeks didn't go unnoticed. 

"Your narcissistic side is showing," she looked away, standing up and not bothering to glance at him. In the truth, she was afraid he would get mad at her for looking, but she couldn't help it.  His defined and tanned abs were almost hypnotic. 

"Then why are you still standing there? Want to see me get dressed?" his voice was both mischievous and teasing. 

Ara let out a huff and shut the door, stomping off into the living room and throwing herself on the sofa. Whatever. If Taehyung wanted to be like that, she didn't have to argue with him. 

It was kind of true anyway. But she wasn't about to admit that. 

The bathroom door swung open and closed, and Ara buried her face on the couch pillow upon hearing his footsteps. She could smell the shampoo on him, wondering if he had brought his own or whether he used whatever was left there. 

Ara had two other roommates, one other girl and a guy. They weren't exactly friends, literally just roommates that split the rent. Most of the time, they barely saw each other and mostly communicated through sticky notes. 

"Wanna watch a movie first?" Taehyung's weight settled besides her. 

She brought her face from the pillow, "I thought you were eager to do your weird hypnotic session." 

"It is not weird," he brought a hand to his heart as if he were mortally offended, "and I need some entertainment otherwise I'll fall asleep." 

She sighed and reached the remote, clicking on Netflix without thought. 

"Oh mm gee," Taehyung gasped, "you really brought me over for only Netflix and Chill? I thought you were better than this!"

This time, he earned a pillow in his face.

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a/n

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