The Photographer [Taejin]

43 바 (Bar?)

It felt too good to be bad for a day.

Or so Kim Seokjin felt, head full of fuzziness and warmth as all that soju started to finally kick in while kicking out all reasonable senses and thoughts.

Last morning, he would have thought that Kim Taehyung was creepy and annoying.

Sometimes now, he thought that Kim Taehyung was an adorable ball of fluffiness and mirth.

Last morning, we would have thought that Kim Taehyung was strange and too demanding.

Sometimes now, he kind of liked all the attention he was receiving from the young photographer.

Even more, he must have been possessed because he made it all worse, as he kept laughing and smiling to everyone who introduced themselves to the model, awestruck mortals who wanted a piece of an international star like himself and couldn't fathom that he was there, in that bar, with them.

He kind of found adorable all the death stares that those people kept receiving.

He also found amusing how fast they left, tail between legs.

The photographer acted like an angry pomeranian. Protective yet apparently harmless.

It was too cute.

It seemed that riling up TaeTae was his new drunk hobby.

So, when his drunk brain started to consider to take dangerous roads like thoughts about how nice was Taehyung's neck and how strong looked Taehyung's hands, he decided that he had enough time alone with the photographer and sent a drunk message to his group of friends group.

It wasn't strange at all that they all panicked. Or some, not panicked at all.