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Chapter 13 | Hips Don't Lie

Taehyung's POV

I finished my shower and dried myself off putting on the extra clothes she lent me. They were comfy and smelt like her.

I looked at myself in the mirror stroking my hair with a comb I found by the sink.

Ha, this shirt fits me perfect but I bet on her it looks like an oversized dress. I chuckled to myself

As I stepped out of the bathroom with the steam of my hot shower filling her room, I heard music being played, loud.

I couldn't point out the song so I stepped out of the bedroom and slowly went downstairs.

I creeped from the middle looking down into the kitchen, it looked like she was cooking something. She couldn't see me though I was too far up.

From the looks of it, it seemed she already showered because she was wearing different clothes, gray sweats and a black Beatles shirt.

I recognized the song now, it was Hips Don't Lie by Shakira.

Then suddenly she started... DANCING??!

I held my hands over my mouth to control my laughter, she was dancing so silly, how adorable! I was giggling like a child, good thing she couldn't see or hear me.

I stayed there admiring her childish dance moves.

But then it all took a wild turn, towards the end of the song she started swaying her hips incredibly. Side to side. Up and down. Back and forth. Round and round.

What in the world—

My jaw dropped.

The song finished, I wiped drool off my chin I didn't even know was there.

Holy shit
What the fu....

Her moves left me dumbfounded. I was getting too aroused that even my little friend started poking through my sweats.

The hell!?

"Shit," I mumbled to myself grabbing my manhood and ran back upstairs like a little boy.

How fucking embarrassing 

I sighed.

I pulled myself together and went downstairs, this time stomping loudly to alert my presence.

"Oh you're out," she looked back at me from the stove turning down the loud music.

"Yeah.." I scratched my head temples. "Thank you for being so generous, I don't know how to repay you."

"Don't worry about it," she gave me a smile turning her full body towards me now, "besides, it's my duty to help children in need." She giggled.

"So you're telling me you bring children to your house?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Noo—"

"So you're a child molest—"

"Finish that sentence and die."

"Geez why do you have to be so aggressive!"

"Whadumean you make me this way!" She stomped her little foot raising her spoon she was cooking with at me.

"Hahaha okay okay my bad," I apologized.

She turned back around and continued her cooking, "I swear you act worse than a child," I heard her chuckle.

"So I've been told," I smirked. "Do you live here by yourself?"

"Uhh.. right now yeah, but no.." she paused to think, "My uh parents moved back to our origin country and well my brother actually just left today to go visit them."

The thought about her being by herself gives me an anxious feeling. Knowing that person was out there, I don't want anything bad to happen to her.

"Oh," I tried giving her a convincing smile.

"And you work with children? Is that what you meant earlier?" I wanted to start a new conversation about her life, hopefully she'd let me get to know her a bit better.

"Sort of," she sighed almost sounding hesitant, "I used to work with them. You see, they were my motive for me coming here to further my education. But now I work 3 other jobs that have nothing to do with them ha,"

"Oh right, because you work at the bar now," I confirmed.

"Correct," she turned around to face me with sadden eyes yet an almost convincing smile.

"3 jobs huh? Where else do you work? If you don't mind me asking..."

"I also work at the schools library, and well the last one is sort of choice. It's my aunts restaurant, I only go when I don't have anything to do or need the money." She paused. "The pictures, the ones you saw upstairs on my vanity,"

"Pictures? what pictures? I didn—"

"It's okay I saw you glaring at them," she grinned, "those are my kids, every single morning when I wake up and get ready they're the first thing I see. It reminds me every time of the reason I'm here, why I'm doing this."

She's so dedicated to these kids. It melts my heart

"I see," I went to go sit on one of the chairs behind the counter. "That's very considerate of you, and I know I've only just met you, but I admire that about you, your caring for others."

She turned her gaze back to the stove, I caught a glimpse of her blushing.

"Uh-um th-thanks." She stuttered, ugh she's so cute when she gets shy.

"Anyway," I cleared my throat trying to change the topic. "How did you know I was looking at your photographs?"

"Are you for real? We just talked about me working with children, I have eyes on the back of my head and I got 20/20 vision on both." She didn't even bother turning to look at me.

I bursted in laughter holding my stomach, almost falling off the chair. "Then what about the first time we met when you bumped into me? Where was your 20/20 vision there?"

She turned to look at me "Fine, I guess it's only when I want to pay attention," she sighed.

There was a ringtone that interrupted our conversation.

We both got startled.

"Oh crap I left my phone upstairs, hold on I'll be right back," she gave me the wooden spoon and gestured me towards the stove. "Watch the chocolate make sure it doesn't burn!" She shouted as she ran up the stairs.

"B-but I don't know how to cook!"

"Just stir it genius!" She shouted from upstairs.

And that's how I got left stirring the chocolate.

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