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You know you were the one who told Taehyung to text you and now you regretted it. Staring at your ceiling, as you try to kill time before your next shift at Bang's, you blow a piece of hair out of your face as you watch the fan spin and spin. You had tried to keep count how many times it did but you lost track at some point, probably when everything became blurry. Your legs sit vertically on the wall your bed is pressed against and you let the coolness from the surface do its best in calming your nerves. You had chucked your phone across the room a while before in an effort to avoid obsessively checking it every minute to see if you had missed a notification but now you didn't know what was worse.

It had been a long time since you were this excited about a date and equally as excited about a man. You find yourself smiling fondly at the memory of him on one knee begging you to agree to going out. Now you worried you left too soon and didn't get a chance to work out any of the details with him.

He had to mean the date would be soon right? But how soon? A week. A month. A year.

Your groans echo throughout the room, mirroring the echoing of the annoying thoughts in your head. Deciding it was best to keep your mind occupied versus waiting around for his message, you swing your legs over the edge of your bed frame and make your way toward your desk. The textbook you decide to study hits the wood with a loud thud, which puts a stop to your racing mind as you begin to focus on the equations and problems in front of you. It doesn't take long for you to forget about what you were so worked up about, even when your stomach begins to grumble begging you to feed it, you don't even glance at your phone on the floor as you pass it to make your way to the kitchen.

Balancing a cup of instant ramen noodles in one hand and a glass of lemonade in the other, you return to your cave, your curiosity finally getting to you. You set down your meal and bend to pick up your device, the screen lighting up in the process. A notification stares back at you and your eyes almost pop out of their sockets when you read the text.

Unknown Number:
Hello pretty waitress and tutor :)

You cannot seem to tear your eyes away from it, especially when you look at the time stamp that reads 5 minutes ago. A desire to not seem rude takes over and you immediately type back with one hand, the other popping a mouthful of noodles into your mouth.

Me:
this is Taehyung, i presume???

Before you get the chance to over analyze what you wrote, the phone begins vibrating in your hand. You gasp, forgetting your full mouth and begin choking on the evil but delicious noodles. Coughing obnoxiously hard to try and clear your throat, you know the call will end any second so without a second thought you unlock it.

"Hello," you choke out, your voice slightly hoarse.

"Hi?" He notices the struggle in your voice, "is this a bad time?"

"M'no. J-just give me a second." You mute the call and have another coughing fit and you don't allow yourself to stop until you feel that every noodle from hell is gone. "Hi, sorry about that."

"No, I'm sorry I shouldn't have called right out of the blue." You smile at his shy tone, imagining his blushing cheeks.

"It's no problem. You must have really wanted to talk to me." You climb onto your bed and lay on your stomach, crossing your ankles as they wave in the air.

He chuckles and you practically melt at the sound. "I did actually, I wanted to discuss the details of our date." The word sounds even better leaving his lips.

"Shoot." He chuckles again. Are you really that funny to him?

"Well, I know there's that carnival still going on at the park nearby. How does that sound?"

You almost collapse from the relief that suddenly fills your body. After learning Taehyung is basically an heir to a multi-million dollar company, you were worried he would plan some elaborate, fancy dinner at one of the restaurants downtown where you and Juni used to make fun of the snobs who caused a scene when their orders were messed up. And now that you work in a restaurant, it only makes you despise them more. You were not in the mood to get dolled up and act poised for an evening, despite how romantic it would be.

"Sounds great, when?"

"I was thinking tomorrow night?"

Your Saturday night shift comes to mind and you groan in annoyance. "Yeah, sorry I know it's kinda soon but tomorrow's the only night I can do it for a while," he explains, assuming the groan is towards him.

"Oh no no no, sorry. It's just I have a shift tomorrow at Bang's." You tap your chin, trying to think of possible solutions. Your mind jumped to Yoongi's Saturday nights off and a smile returned to your lips. "Actually, I think I can make it."

"Perfect, text me your address and I'll pick you up at 7."

"Okayy," you dragged your bottom lip between your teeth, a playful tone suddenly surfacing.

"Okayyy?" He matched your tone with a hint of confusion.

"Anything planned for after the date." You feign innocence, smirking when you hear his breath hitch.

He clears his throat, "I-I don't want to move too fast with you, Y/N."

"We could start off as slowww as you want to." Suggestiveness laces your tone but you frown when you hear the man clear his throat again.

"You're making this very hard for me," he nervously chuckles, "but I don't think someone who is boyfriend material would do that on the first date."

Wow. Just your luck, you turned the playboy virtuous. You sigh in defeat and grumble into the phone, "whatever," with a pout.

"I'm glad I'm not with you right now." You furrow your brow. "Because I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off of you if I saw your cute pout."

The butterflies in your stomach practically soar. You press a hand to your cheek in an effort to cool your exceeding body temperature as you compose yourself. "Easy," is all you manage to say while you pray he does not follow with another comment in that sexy voice of his.

Relief washes over you when he laughs lightly. "See you tomorrow, pretty tutor."

You roll your eyes, "you know my name."

"Oh yes sorry you're right. Hot tutor." He giggles at his own flirt and you can't help but giggle along with him.

"See you tomorrow, Taehyung." The line cuts and you drop your phone onto your comforter. It isn't until then that you realize the position you're in. Your ankles are in midair, halted in what you can only assume was them swinging back and forth and you notice a finger unknowingly twirling a strand of hair. Suddenly you feel you're back in high school, gushing over the basketball team captain who was only using you for free math homework to which you willingly obliged. At least you got a fun first time from him.

A knock frees you from your high school memories and you look towards the door to meet a smiling Namjoon filling up your door frame.

"Hi," you shoot him a friendly smile, and motion him to come sit on your bed. You catch the usual pink tint on his cheeks as he shuffles over, tripping on nothing in particular in the process. You giggle and he looks up, the pink now deepening to a red as he plops down onto your bed.

"What's up?"

"I wanted to apologize for how erm- bossy I was being last Friday. I was just really stressed and-" He stiffens when he feels you rubbing a reassuring hand on his back.

"You don't have to apologize, I get it. You're my boss." He smiles, his body notably relaxing as he lays down to rest his back on your bed. His gray hoodie rides up a bit when he stretches his arms and your eyes aimlessly drift to the now exposed V-lines on his structured torso.

You've always thought Namjoon was attractive. Hell, after you met him he was the reoccurring star of your teenage wet dreams. However, he never paid your underage ass any mind and soon your horny fantasies faded away. But it seemed as if something changed in him the second you blew out the candles for your 18th birthday. You noticed the lingering eyes on your body and the subtle flirts he'd fumble out in an effort to gain your attention. And of course it did, he's Kim fucking Namjoon. Jin had told you on multiple occasions his brother had a sweet spot for you and anyone who was in the same room as the two of you could see it.

At your twentieth birthday party, after your own record-breaking 13 shots of tequila, you mistook Namjoon for your date and ended up making out with him for the majority of the night. And even when you realized it was him, you didn't care and you two ended up going back to his apartment for an unforgettable night. Considering his friendship with your father, your busy schedule, and his grueling status with launching his restaurant, you had both decided it was best to stay friends. Even after the launch he was sweet enough to give you a job and maintain a professional relationship.

But he never stopped wondering what you two could have been.

"Where's your brother?" You ask in hopes to distract yourself from the enticing man and meet his closed eyes.

"The restaurant, I just came to drop something off for your dad." He opens one eye and narrows it at your sitting form, you now blatantly staring at the wall. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your shift?"

You blink and glance at your phone, your eyes bulging when you read the time. Darting for your ramen noodles still sitting on your desk, you chug them down, not caring how lewd the slurping sounds and frantically dig through your drawers for your uniform shirt and pants.

"Close your eyes!" You shout at the man and he whirls around your bed to face the wall as you begin to peel off your oversized shirt and pajamas. Once dressed you head over to your mirror to touch up your makeup from the day and fluff your hair so it looks semi presentable.

"Are you done?" He yells just as you're tying your apron around your waist.

"Yup."

"Let's go, I'll give you a ride."

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Taehyung sprawls himself out on his white comforter, his chest heaving in awe as his phone sits right on top of it. He has a stupid grin plastered on his face that he cannot seem to get rid of, even though his phone call with you ended almost twenty minutes ago. The combined whoops and yells of his brother and Jungkook over a video game in the living room don't even seem to bother him as much as they usually do, his mind continuously drifting to the memories he has of you.

Then, he remembers he lives in the 21st century.

He types your first name on Instagram and sure enough your page is the first result. He lets out a girly squeal when it isn't private and begins to scroll through the few pictures you have. The latest one is of you posing with Uma and her small poodle. Your lips form the cutest pout as you pretend to kiss the dog while Uma's arms are wrapped around you lovingly. He continues scrolling, but stops when he sees the old picture of your arms draped around Namjoon and Jin's shoulders. Jin is raising a bottle to the air while Namjoon's arm is snugly wrapped around your waist as you smile widely into the camera, a birthday girl sash draped across your body in a tight mini dress and a crown sitting slightly crooked on your head.

The caption reads throwback to my amazing 20th birthday party thanks to these 2 @urwwhjim and @nmbr1namj00n. His thumb hovers over the usernames as he contemplated whether or not to go into full stalker mode and scout out the men. Ultimately he decides not to.

A piercing scream suddenly rings through the house, the pitch too high for Taehyung to even tell who it is.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, JUNGKOOK," he assumes. The sound of footsteps rushing towards his room nears and he instinctively braces himself for his roommate to lunge his body at him. But he relaxes when he sees a giddy Yeonjun reaching for his doorknob.

"Hyung told me to close your door whenever you get grumpy," the blue-haired boy says in a hurry.

Taehyung waves his arm as an attempt to gain the boy's attention. "Earth to Yeonjun." The younger kisses his teeth before reluctantly meeting his brother's eyes. "Don't make me regret letting you come over. I can call Dad right now and you'll be gone in-"

"Why are you looking at pictures of noona?" The boy tilts his head to look at the phone screen Taehyung has oh so conveniently forgotten was in the hand he was waving. The phone screen now filled with a selfie of you.

"N-noona?"

"Yeah, that's my friend Juni's sister." He points at the phone, a smirk forming as he watches his brother's blush stain his cheeks. "Why are you looking at pictures of her, Taehyung?" He teases.

"Shut up," Taehyung snaps, "g-go play your stupid game with-"

"JUNGKOOK," Yeonjun yells to which Taehyung wastes no time to run over to the younger to shush him. Yeonjun easily snatches the phone from the butter fingered man, Taehyung now frantically fighting with the boy for it back. And when he hears another set of footsteps approaching, he knows it's too late. "Look, Tae's a fucking stalker." Taehyung rushes toward Yeonjun's hand displaying his screen to his roommate, but his brother holds a sturdy hand to his face to prevent him from moving any further.

Jungkook removes the headset, letting it hang around his neck before allowing his eyes to glaze over the screen. Through Yeonjun's fingers, Taehyung is able to see the crescents his roommate's eyes start to form and the wide bunny smile he knows all too well.

"Well, hello Jeffrey Dahmer." Taehyung frees himself from his brother's hold and tackles his roommate to the ground, swiping his phone back as Jungkook groans in pain.

"It's the 21st century," he huffs, pushing his ebony locks away from his forehead, "everyone does it."

"Only, for people they're really interested in," Jungkook struggles to say between winces.

"I guess," Taehyung grumbles, offering his hand to his roommate who looks like a hurt puppy on the floor.

"You're interested in a woman?" Yeonjun's eyebrows shoot up, both men turning at the sound of his voice as they completely forgot he was there.

"Why are you so surprised it's a woman?" Taehyung narrows his eyes, daring his brother to answer.

"Cus you've never brought one home to Dad before. Even Jungkook's introduced a girl to him and he's not even his son."

"Yeah and turns out the whole time she was using me to get close to him," he stares daggers at Taehyung.

"I don't think I've ever seen you with a girl, so I just thought you've been ya know..." he purses his lips. "swinging the other way, WHICH IS FINE TOTALLY COOL WITH ME." He holds out his hands in surrender and Taehyung scowls at the boy while Jungkook giggles behind him.

"Maybe that blue hair dye is finally seeping into your brain, idiot." He smacks his the back of his head and the boy winces but then immediately chirps up.

"BUT you're interested in noona and that's great! I can help!" He smiles proudly and Taehyung and Jungkook exchange glances.

"Why is that great?" Jungkook pouts.

"HOW can you help?" Taehyung smirks.

"Well, it's great because noona's super cool. I was just at a tutoring session with her before I came, I think I might finally be able to understand geometry. So, I would LOVE for her to be my sister-in-law." Taehyung shoots him a glare. "And since her brother is my friend, I can help put in a good word for you."

"YEONJUN what the fuck. I like Y/N too and I don't see you offering your services," Jungkook exasperates, his arms crossed over his chest and foot impatiently tapping on the floor.

"Hey we had a deal, I ask her out before the end of the week and you lay off for a while," Taehyung pipes.

"No, anyone can ask a girl on a date. BUT you have to actually go on the date and remember you can't," Jungkook hastily covers Yeonjun's ears before whispering, "you can't fuck her."

"Jungkook I'm going out with her tomorrow night and when I come home you can sniff my dick for yourself to make sure no funny business happened."

Taehyung walks back into his room with a smug smile, slamming the door in the process.

"I WILL YOU KNOW!" Jungkook yells from the other side of the door before awkwardly meeting Yeonjun's eyes.