[15+] Sweet as hot chocolate [Y/N x Kim Taehyung] Playground

Part 4 - The Text

Watching where his little fang bites gently down on and curls his lip, you let your eyes follow his prominent cupid's bow. His lips seem so soft - like the silkiest marshmallows, and you catch yourself in wondering if they are as soft as they look, that if you were to touch them or - you gulp - where to-

* buzz buzz *

A buzzing sound pulls you back from your daydream, your cheeks flushing up again from your thoughts.

Luckily, it seems like Taehyung is unaware, as he puts down your phone on the table and pulls his own from the leather jacket he had hung over his chair. He glances at his screen and smiles. He then proceeds typing.

His girlfriend maybe? You wonder.

You watch as he continues to type - he seems happy, and you can feel your heart falling down into a shadow. You should have known. He looks up at you, and you quickly plaster a smile on your face. Then he looks down on his phone, biting his lips again before he seems to press send.

Locking his phone, he puts it down on the table in front of him. Doing so, he also picks up yours, but instead of going back to doing whatever he was doing before, he just holds it out to you.

Blinking, you wait a second before accepting it. The mood seemed to have changed entirely in such a short time.

"So, ehm..." You clear your voice, worried that your next words might break you. "How long have you two?"

"Hmmm..." He seems to be thinking. "About a year and a half maybe?"

...

"Ah..."

Your heart hits the bottom of your stomach, smashes through the chair, and buries itself in the stone floor of the cafe.

Of course. What else would you have expected? It was natural someone like him would have someone. It would have been crazy if it had been any other way.

"Are you happy with..?"

He smiles a boxy smile. "Yeah, I mean, of course."

"Of course." Your reply is muted.

"Hey, Y/N?"

You look up at him; trying your best to hold back the tears that you could feel building up.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He reaches out for you, but you pull your hands back, withdrawing from the boy you feel you might no longer know.

"I'm sorry," You say, getting on your own feet as quickly you can without seeming too rude. "I just remembered that I need to put in some baked goods in the oven." Your lie seems thin even to your own ears. "So, yes, I hope you enjoy your hot chocolate, sir."

Bowing, you hurry out of the room before he can stop you.