𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 || kth

SEIS

JIHAE

I DROPPED the phone I was holding earlier. I still can't believe these kind of things just happened. I mean, I saw it happen on movies but I never really expected it to happen in real life.

I sat on the couch as I stared at the TV. How can we turn back?

How about Yoongi? What will happen?

I facepalmed myself as things began racing to my mind. This is too much. I breathed heavily as I walked upstairs. I picked out some clothes in the closet to wear when I meet up with Taehyung.

Goddamn it, everything is just Gucci.

I scrambled through his closet and found a plain black shirt. I decided to wear it for later, paired with ripped jeans and boots.

I grabbed a towel and I went inside the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I stripped out of my clothes and looked in the mirror.

I won't just get used to this, won't I?

I stepped in the shower and turned it on. I closed my eyes as I finally calmed down, well slightly. I used the shampoo bottle on the corner and I lathered it on Taehyung- or my hair.

My head actually feels light.

After a few more minutes, I finished showering. I wouldn't tell the experience of washing a dick.

I wore the clothes splatered on the bed, the dog is already awake. I kneeled down infront of him as I gently patted his head.

"I'm gonna be out for a while, bud. I'm meeting your owner." I grinned, before standing up. I walked downstairs to get his wallet since i saw it earlier. That guy just leaves things wherever he wants. I wouldn't be surprised that he left his phone on the couch.

I found his wallet laying on the carpeted floor. I opened it and saw the same license I saw yesterday.

So he's Kim Taehyung. Then who was that other guy?

I just shrugged and got his car keys on the table. I locked the front door and went inside his car, a Hyundai Palisade.

So he's well off. Not bad.

I opened the door of the driver's seat and went inside, inserting the key on the ignition. I turned it before it opened, the car's scent entering my nostrils. The cool wind of the air-conditioning feeling against my skin.

This was much better than Yoongi's car.

Since I wasn't familiar with his place, I opened his phone and opened some GPS navigation app and searched for Café De Frances. That damned café.

Once I saw the way, I drove away from his house and off to the café. I opened the radio and my head bopped a bit at how awesome his music was.

While I drove, I saw people walk around, some turning to the car I was driving. If I were in my body, I would do the same. It looked so expensive.

After a few more minutes of driving, and thankfully there was no traffic, I arrived in the café we were supposed to meet at. I parked the car at a parking lot, still lazy to park at the farther side.