When Viv moves to South Korea to work on one of the most popular social media teams, she expects the difficulties that come with being a part of Bangtan: her own performance anxiety, how stupid those brats are, and even how endearing they are, too.
What she doesn't expect is Kim Namjoon. Equally sweet and intoxicating, ingenious and oblivious, safe and disastrous.
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"So I heard you put a sweater on me last night." I gestured to his clothing that I was still wearing and tried to hide the teasing smile on my face.
A gentle blush started in his cheeks. "I didn't want you to be cold after I helped you into bed."
I raised an eyebrow. "You could've stayed in bed with me to make sure of that."
With a comment like that, I was expecting a variety of responses, but all within a certain range: redder cheeks, some stuttering, a frenzied response that avoided all eye contact, or maybe even a blunt disapproval of suggesting such an action.
Instead, Namjoon decided to beat me at my own game, and said: "Next time."
It was Taehyung.
"You look hot when you cook" he whispered in my ear. His hot breath was brushing my skin which was giving me shiver. Why my body is so responsive to his touch?
I didn't say anything. It was hard to say a word. My brain wasn't working straight.
He helped me taking off my apron then turn me towards him. I was now facing him. He looked at me and cupped my face with his hand.
"What are you doing? Someone might see us." I was really scared. What if anyone saw us.
"Dinner with me tomorrow." He said. I thought he was joking.
"What!"
"Dinner with me tomorrow. I won't repeat again and it's an order" he said in serious tone. Then he left without listening my reply. I was dumbfounded.