Hyejin's POV
I woke up to a brightly smiling face just a few inches away from mine, as my eyes squinted at him.
"Good morning," he greeted me with a peck on my cheek, as I rubbed the slumber off my eyes.
"Morning," I yawned, before turning my head towards Taehyung, giving him a small smile. "When did you wake up?"
"Hm, about an hour ago?", he said, looking quite unsure of his statement. "Maybe an hour and a half? No, I think an hour ago," he said again, nodding his head.
"So what were you doing for the last hour?", I asked, crossing my arms against my chest, feeling a bit cold.
Taehyung noticed, so he pulled the cover over the both of us, gently patting my arm that was now covered with the blanket. "Watching you sleep," he said.
"For an hour?"
"Yeah," he grinned.
"You're weird,"
"You're too pretty,"
"Shut up,"
"Shut up," he mocked me. I slapped him hard on his arm as he winced in pain, rubbing his arm that was hit.
"Wait," I said, sitting up straightly on the bed. Taehyung sat up straightly too, as he asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm hungry," I said, placing my hands on my tummy.
Taehyung just laughed at me, as he ruffled my hair softly. "Get ready then," he said, getting off the bed, grabbing his towel.
He had his back facing me, as he wrapped the towel around his waist, with me watching his every movement.
Out of the blue, he turned around, giving me a little smirk, as he approached me, slightly hovering over me.
"So you're staying here while I get undress?"
I gulped nervously as I pushed him off me, quickly going back into my room. "Why is he doing it all the time??"
After ranting about Taehyung's despicable mode, I took a shower before slipping into my clothes.
As I walked out of my room, I couldn't find Taehyung in the usual couch he would be waiting for me in the living room, as I hummed in confusion.
"Hm? Where is he–"
I instantly went silent as I felt someone wrapped their arms around me, as he burried his head into my neck, and he is none other than the clingy Kim Taehyung.
"W-what are you doing?", I breathed out, still trying to even my breath.
"Hugging my girlfriend," he bluntly answered, as I got myself out of his embrace.
"D-don't do that again," I said to him, as I clutched onto my left chest, feeling my incredibly fast heartbeat rate.
"Why? I love hugs more than kisses," he grinned, and held his arms out at me, but I managed to dodge away, in which Taehyung ended up kissing the yellow couch.
After standing back on his feet, he leaned against the couch, his quite muscular arms crossed against his chest. "You're so mean," he pouted.
"Alright, I'm sorry. Let's eat now, okay? You don't want to see me starving to death, right?", I pleaded at him, gently tugging at the hem of his shirt.
Not even for seconds, he gave in, as he slipped his hand into mine, giving me his signature cute boxy smile.
"Let's go," he said, and we both made our way out of the place, heading to the nearest elevator.
YOU ARE READING
• Passenger •
Fanfiction"Who are you??" In which he found out there's a secret, hidden passenger in the back seat of his car.
