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Kim Taehyung is madly in love.
But before you ask, no, he wonât admit it.
Not to himself, not to you, and definitely not to his members. That is, until the topic of relationships and being in love comes up one night during a late night banter session between the seven men.
The end of a tour was something to celebrate. Needless to say, the group agreed that alcohol was a great way to unwind. Especially Jimin, who was busy rambling passionately, and quite comically, about the meaning of true love. Hoseok, equally or perhaps more so buzzed, cooed and pinched Jiminâs flushed cheeks, while Yoongi meant to act as if he was unfazed by Jiminâs cuteness, but his gummy smile prevailed.
The whole scene was lively and all, but Taehyungâs brain kept drifting back to you, and each time he would catch himself he thought thank goodness there're no mind readers hereâ
âTaehyung-ah, who do you whisper to on the phone at night?â his roommate Namjoon asked.
Everyone burst into an uproar, bombarding the poor boy with questions and jokes. Jungkookâs really?!, Jinâs I knew he looked happier lately!, Hoseokâs WHAT?!, and finally Namjoonâs I heard you say I love you last night and when I said it back I realized you were on your phone..
Taehyungâs mind was fully on the answer to Namjoonâs question, aka you. No matter how hard he tried to hide the truth, he couldnât control the reflexive smile at the thought of you, revving up the rowdy boys even more. Blushing harder, he finally spoke.
âYoongi-hyungâs been kinda quiet, am I right?âŚâ
âDonât chanz, uh, change the topic Tae Tae~ Just tell -hiccup- us!â a drunk Jimin slurred. Yoongi subtly slid the bottle of wine away from him.
Taehyung sighed. âAlright, alright.â They probably wonât remember this in the morning anyway he figured. âThere is someone. But... itâs nothing serious,â he lied, and everyone, even in a drunken haze, could tell it, as he continued to grin.
âThen why are you smiling so much?â
âIs this why youâve been so spaced out lately?â
âOh my God, he is in love!â
Tae sighed dramatically. âOk, I guess Iâm in love, but not, like, madly..â
But what other reason was there for him to be standing at the front door to your apartment holding a bouquet of flowers at 1 am?
He fiddles nervously with the collar of his shirt before knocking. When you open the door, he canât help the boxy grin that spreads on his lips. You invite him inside and he takes a deep breath as he stands in the foyer. You werenât expecting him, having just got off the phone a few minutes ago, the same call that Namjoon overheard.
âIâuh...â he clears his throat before he starts again, holding the bouquet out to you. âYes, I love you. I know I said it over the phone and it was kind of suddenâ it just slipped out. But I did mean it! And I bought these flowers for you becauseââ he rambled as you took the flowers, and then you cut him off with a kiss.
Taehyung could feel his heart flutter as he smiled warmly into the kiss, his cheeks burning once again. When you pulled away, you were equally as red as you wiped your bottom lip shyly with the back of your hand. Although bashful, the sparkle of adoration in the boyâs eyes did not go unnoticed. You were in your pajamas, hair tied up and a pimple patch on your chin. You tried to apologize, you werenât âpresentableâ, but Tae simply pulled you close again. He finally had to admit it.
Kim Taehyung is madly in love.
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