His Addiction || KIM TAEHYUNG - [#2 of Mafia series]

EP 10

Nabi's POV

I had been walking down the hall near the stitching room when I'd heard squealing girls. Curious, I passed by them and walked into the classroom, dropping my bag onto the table. There were a few students in the room, scattered here and there. A sea of girls sat crowded around whatever was on the table, all of them looking utterly engrossed.

I approached them, my curiosity aroused. "What's going on with you guys?" I asked them, trying to see what was going on that got them so excited.

"Nabi! Look, it's. Oh my god!" one of the girls squealed, turning the magazine towards me. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the cover, my eyes wide with surprise. There he was-Taehyung-clad in that fiery red suit, his eyes brooding while he lounged effortlessly in front of the camera. He was holding a pendant between his lips, the chain draped over his hand, and the headline at the bottom of the cover read "As You Asked, My Angel."

Thub.

Thub.

Thub.

My heart was beating inside my chest. The words kept echoing in my head, and I knew for a fact it meant me. Memories of fashion week we had attended together flushed my head-the weekend that I nervously asked him to accompany me, knowing he'd turn it down. But to my surprise, he said yes in one second.

The fact that I got the tickets that day was like a win. Having stood in line for two hours, I had immediately messaged him, really hoping against hope that he would say yes. He responded almost instantaneously, saying yes so easily; my heart was leaping.

Flashback [The D-Day]

"Wah," I exclaimed; the wonder was unmistakable in my voice, facing that dazzling view. The runway was set with bright lights and buzzing air all over. Still unbelievable was that I was there, but even more unbelievable was that Taehyung just lay beside me.

I glanced in his direction; my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He looked strikingly amazing, dressed up in a sleek black suit that made him pop even more. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew everybody's attention, and I couldn't help but feel just a little special to be the one on his arm.

"Amm, I was surprised when you said you would come here," I mumbled under his dense look; feels like blushing all of a sudden. "You have so many important things to do, but here you are—"

Turning to me and cutting me off, he let out a soft gentle smile that made my heart do backflips. "I couldn't miss this," he said with a comforting, serious tone. "Especially not when you invited me."

My cheeks flushed with heat, and I tried to hide the fluster that seized me. "You know, if you walked on the runway, the models would quit their jobs," I stammered out, trying to lighten it up a notch.

He quirked an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Why would they do that?"

"Because," I stuttered once more, feeling my flush rise higher, "it's just. Amm, you're just too pretty. Clothes would look good on you."

He chuckled, a deep sound that made my heart catch in my throat. "Pretty, huh? I usually hear 'handsome,' but I'll take pretty from you, my Angel. But why would I walk on a runway if it could make the models quit their jobs?"

I shook my head wildly, the blood sifting to my face at the usage of such words. "No, no, it's just an expression! You are beautiful, like I've said. It's not like the models will actually resign."

He leaned back slightly, a shimmer in his eyes as he smiled teasingly. "I don't think so."I pouted, slightly flustered with the way he was looking at me. "Why not? I really wish I saw your face on the cover of any magazine.".

The words were barely out of my mouth when my face felt a surge of embarrassment. What was I even talking about? Taehyung seemed not to mind, though. He kept smiling at me, his eyes softening with a gentleness that made my heart flip over.

As I stood there, staring at his image on the magazine cover, my mind whirled with thoughts. The way he stared at me that day, the feeling he portrayed-everything seemed to come rushing back. I knew I was nothing to him yet, but he just made me feel like no one else mattered. My throat felt arid, and I gulped with a racing heart.

I was unable to stand there any longer, and excused myself so I could swiftly walk in the direction of the bathroom. Entering inside, I closed the stall door behind me, leaning against it as I pulled out my phone. Slightly shaking, my hands typed the magazine cover name in the search bar. Results instantly came up, and I began to scroll through the articles.

My eyes scanned across the headlines and comments. Some fans were just curious as to why he had suddenly, out of the blue, decided to pose for a cover image. Others connected the dots by speculating that perhaps there was a woman in his life. My heart made an incredible leap as I read the words, "as he said, 'My Angel.'"

I didn't know what to think, I didn't know how to feel, but one thing was for sure: I couldn't get him off my mind, and the thought that he might be thinking of me too was just overwhelming.He once referred to me as "angel." But was that for me, really? Because of me? My happiness almost screamed loud enough to be heard. It was as if my heart would burst. Could it finally be real? Was I really the reason for this sweet nickname and this cover? One such thought, indeed, sent my whole world into spins, filling me with unparalleled joy.

I know I sound extra or dramatic when it comes to love, but mannnnnnn, he just did what I asked in such a casual manner!! It's like he's giving me all these hints in this world just for me, and I couldn't even handle it. Just then, my phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked down, and my heart skipped a beat-it was Taehyung. Oh, I'll die today, for real. My heart was racing, and I couldn't contain my excitement at all.

"Fuckkkk," I muttered to myself, my hands shaking all the while, as I fumbled to receive the call. My heart started galloping with anticipation as I placed the receiver to my ear, trying to compose my voice.

"H-hello?" I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Angel," Taehyung's deep voice came through the line and sent a shiver down my spine. "Are you busy right now?"

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "N-no, not at all."

There was a slight pause on the other end as I heard him take a deep breath. "Did you see the cover?"

I nodded, though he couldn't see me. "Y-yes, I did," I stammered out, feeling my emotions all over the place. "You look so pretty in that red suit."

I mentally kicked myself. Did I really just say that? Oh god, how embarrassing. I waited for his reaction, my face going hot.