Third Person’s POV
“Yerin, let’s go home...”
Yerin blinked her eyes multiple times, scratching it in disbelief.
The young man coldly uttered as he hold onto her hand, pulling her off the high chair.
‘Kim Taehyung...’
The most unanticipated person that she thought of meeting in this far-off place in the city is really in front of her.
‘T-Taehyung? What is he doing here? Is this guy after me? Is he fetching me? Why? Hahaha, aish! Why would he? What kind of joke is this?!’
She is smiling a bit, massaging her temples.
In the lady’s bewildered mind, she is thinking of different reasons why this Kim Taehyung is in here.
He even drunk off the last shot of the numerous bottles she took from the case of liquor she ordered.
Her eyebrows are already lifted. Now, she is frantically looking at the guy standing in front of her, trying to hide how surprised she feels.
“I don’t want to!” the girl firmly uttered. She pulled her hand back from Taehyung’s grip, irritated.
“Waiter! Another dozen of the liquor I ordered, please!” Yerin shouted at the waiter that passed by their table. The boy nodded then, walked briskly towards the counter.
Taehyung’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Heol...”
“Yah, Jung Yerin...” he called the lady in the most temperate way he could. But, seeing her act naively as if he’s not in front of her annoys him even more.
“YAH!” he yelled again but here she is, still acting clueless as if she heard nothing.
Taehyung then, put his hands on his waist. The young man just sighed in disappointment.
‘Aish, jeongmal! Wae? Tsk, why did I even volunteer on fetching this dummy...’
In annoyance, he forced Yerin to face him completely. And as she turned to see him, the girl instantly glared at him.
‘You! You! You! You again! Am I going to deal with you again, huh? Huh!’ the drunk, distressed maiden thought in her mind. Well, actually...she wants to tell this to him badly.
“Sirheo!” Yerin snickered at Taehyung.
“Why not?! Huh?! Miss Jung Yerin, you are damn drunk already! And, your friends are already worried!” he madly spoke while looking through her eyes.
Her right brow raised. She also looked through his eyes fearlessly, imitating how Taehyung is staring at her.
Trying to falter the gallant guy in front of her, she moved closer to him.
A smirk mischievously formed on Yerin’s lips.
“They are worried or...you are worried?”
Taehyung’s eyes flickered.
‘Heol?! Is she testing me, huh?!’
‘Goodness, she’s already soaked in alcohol!’
The young man satirically chuckled at the girl’s boastful self, refuting what he’s seeing right now.
“Hahahahaha, you are s-so o-overconfident! Huh, I am n-not!” he stutteringly told her, taken aback with her surprising expressions.
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Distance: Our Truth Untold (Taehyung X Yerin FANFIC)
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