Not another love story {A Kim Taehyung fanfiction}

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Next thing I knew, I woke up inside a janitor's closet, along with some mops and a garbage bin. I must have fallen asleep. I instantly screamed when I saw the same dark figure shifting beside.

The man moved quickly, putting his hand to my mouth and shushing me.

“Hey, hey relax, I am not going to harm you” he whispered. He was still wearing the black mask, yet brown curls were complimenting his face.

“How the hell do I know that?” I mumbled through his hand before bitting it strongly.

He quickly took it away shouting while I tried standing up. Adrenaline hits me when he grabs  me and puts me to his broad chest. We both tensed, he clearly didn't want to touch me like that.

“ Wait please let me explain.” he cried out. Those puppy eyes almost killed me. I stood still listening, thinking.

“You know this is like kidnapping?” I glared at him once again.

Stop looking at me like that stranger.

My, my, what is wrong with me.

“Spill it quickly, pretty boy, I have to get going.” I said to him and he released me happily.

“I...I a-am..” he stutters a lot. Moving his hands as if to explain himself better. It didn't work at all.

I took a look at him. He had taken off his coat, probably for me to lay me  on it while asleep, a white button up hanging loose to his shoulders, first four buttons open for me to admire the view. He was surely handsome.  

I raised an eyebrow as he continued messing with his words. He suddenly started giggling then put the back of his hands before his eyes until his laugh subsides, which took quite some time.

He is handsome but certainly the most weird laughing all of sudden.

Is something wrong? Did he hit his head? Well obviously.

He looked at me with big, brown eyes that pierce through your heart only to make you feel warm and secure. His long fingers moved to his mask and slowly removed it.

Is this some kind of show? My heart won't take it.

“Um...yeah” he smiled, like he had accomplished the greatest thing, his eyes transforming into little, cute crescents.

My eyes widen slightly and I gulped. His strong features, not that of an common Asian, his boxy smile blinding me beautifully, creating a pleasant aura around him. Until I realized I was admiring him much too long and his smile hadn't fade at all, he creeped me out.

“Okay, you were saying?” I choked out, trying to fight the blush creeping to my cheeks, while still absent-minded by his beauty.

He stared at me weirdly, furrowing eyebrows, full lips forming a pout.

“Don't you recognize me?” He  asked slowly.

I was confused and that was showing.

“Should I? I mean.... Am I supposed to?” I moved closely to observe his face better.

He instantly moved back, his breath caught on his throat.

Not paying attention, I raised my hand to his face. His eyes brimmed with tears, breathing became faster as he tried to move but ended up against the wall.

He watched me in horror as I approached him like a hawk does to its prey. I glared at him cautiously.

Just before the moment he scrunches his face away, I booped his nose.