• Passenger •

Chapter 2: Her

Hyejin's POV

I fluttered my eyes opened, as I looked at the bright rays coming from the window that was already widely opened.

"Did I forgot to close the window last night?", I muttered to myself.

"I opened it,"

I turned around to see Taehyung standing at the doorstep, his body leaning against the door frame, smiling warmly.

"Good morning,"

"Morning," I yawned, getting off the bed after yanking the cover off my body.

"Go wash up or anything, we're going somewhere.", he said as I stared at him blankly.

"Where are we going?"

"Just get ready and I'll tell you later," he said and walked towards me, before grabbing my towel, pushing me towards the bathroom.

After being forced into the bathroom, I took a shower, and wrapped my body with the towel, walking out of the bathroom.

I walked up to the closet where I had put the clothes Taehyung gave to me last night, slipping into a plain black tight, and an oversized plain white t-shirt.

After brushing my hair with a comb, I walked out of the room with my untied hair, as I walked up to Taehyung.

He had his eyes focused on his phone screen, his legs folded while his other free hand resting on the armrest of the couch.

He is wearing a blue hoodie, with a white t-shirt underneath, paired with his black jeans. His hair is rather parted, revealing his forehead, emphasizing his handsome bare face.

Noticing my presence, he looked up from his phone, as he stood up, giving me a smile. "Oh, you're ready. Let's go,"

And with that, we both walked out of the apartment, heading to the elevator before walking towards his car.

He started the engine as soon as we both hopped in, driving away from the area. "Where are we going anyway?", I asked him.

"Shopping," he answered shortly.

"Huh? Shopping?"

"Yup, that's right. I'm out of food and you need to buy some things too, aren't you?", he said, taking a quick glance at me.

"Um, I don't think I need anything else.", I muttered lowly.

"Please don't make me mention that thing," he sighed.

"What thing?"

"Sanitary pads? Don't you need it?"

"Um, y-yes."

"And you need some toiletries, you can't use mine. I mean, it's not like I'm being stingy or anything but it's a man's shampoo so I'm afraid it will harm your soft hair.", he said.

"Okay,"

He pulled over in front of a shopping mall, pulling the handbrake, as he unbuckled his seatbelt as I did mine too.

"Ah, one more thing.", he paused, shifting his attention to me. "Do you have a phone?", he asked.

I shook my head slowly, as he heaved out a sigh. "Your father is really that useless," he mumbled lowly but still audible enough to me.

"He is,"

He snapped his head at me, eyes slightly widened. "What?", I asked, noticing the look on his face.

"I thought you were going to scold me or anything. But you agreed instead,"

"Well, he really is useless so what else can I say?", I shrugged.