Y/n POV
My whole body was splayed out on my bed as I
waited for a call or text from Jungkook. I don't want to say that I'm desperate but I guess I am.
I had just finished reading a really good fanfic and now I had nothing better to do but to stare at my ceiling. It wasn't very interesting either. Just a cream white color with a white ceiling fan. I watched the blades turn as I tried to follow them with my eyes. I was doing this for about 10 or so minutes when I heard the doorbell ring.
I swear to god if it's one of Miyeon's many friends I'll have to hide all my food.
The last time her hooligan friends came to my house, my snacks were all gone without even a trace of a crumb. Like do they know how hard it is to get food if you're a lazy ass like myself?
I slowly descended the stairs in hope that they would leave by the time I got to the door. I was still in my pajamas so the last thing I wanted to do was to confront her obnoxious friends.
By the time my hand reached out to touch the door handle, Miyeon came rushing out of the room with her hairbrush in hand looking like she just woke up.
"I'll get it!" She shouted, as she slid across the hall in her socks. She grabbed onto the kitchen island to keep herself from falling down.
"Who is it now?" I groaned as Miyeon came rushing to the door.
"It's Tae." She smiled, pushing past me to open it.
The door opened to reveal a man in his early 20's standing like he's posing for a picture. He was wearing a white shirt with black jeans and a bomber jacket. His red hair was tucked into a snapback with a few strands sticking out from the front. A gray backpack was slung over one of his shoulders and he was wearing black converse.
How the hell does she get all the models?!
He gave us a boxy smile before leaning in and pecking Miyeon on the cheek.
"Hey TaeTae!" Miyeon gave him a hug and pulled him into the house.
"Nice place you've got here." He said as he looked around the apartment.
"Thanks. I'm the only one who keeps it clean though." Miyeon rolled her eyes at me.
"Oh please Miyeon," I'm so done with this woman. "Who's the one that cleans the house up after one of your 'girl nights' with your friends? If you failed to notice, your flat out drunk too so you aren't even there to help me either."
"You must be y/n." A deep voice pulled me out of my furious state.
I turned around and saw Taehyung standing behind me. He stuck his hand out for me to shake.
"Yeah that's me." I took his hand and smiled at him. His hands were huge with really long fingers and his grip was hella tight.
"Get along you two." Miyeon said, sounding like a mom. "I'll be right back." And with that, she disappeared into the room.
It had become awkward between the two of us because Miyeon had gone to change into something else.
I gained a sudden interest in the carpet in that awkwardly silent moment, trying not to stare at his gorgeous self.
I felt a vibration in my pocket. Someone had texted me. I pulled my phone out and saw that I had finally gotten a text from him after a century.
