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Okay I know it's out of topic. But I thought to make a taehyung aesthetic and lifestyle so here's it,

𝕄𝕣. 𝕶𝖎𝖒 𝕿𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍

"ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴜʏ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ ɢɪʀʟ"

"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ"

ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ Ꭰ𝓮𝓪𝓻.

"ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴛ"

ʜ

ᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇsᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ.

ʜᴏᴡ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ.

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ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇs ɪ ᴜsᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ. ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ.

I hope you liked it.
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Back to the story

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Taehyung's pov

"STOP RIGHT NOW"

I yelled through that
damn big corridor. That fucking bastard Jackson was just inches away from placing his hands on her shoulder.

I will not let that happen.

"What's the problem taehyung"

The director asked coming in my way.

"Nothing I just wanted to do some changes in the script. Moreover I don't like the male lead.Change him"

I registered my decision to him.

"I don't think I can agree to that. I find him merely perfect for the lead or else you have to do the role yourself"

I am doing none of it.

"I did not ask you to agree. It's my decision. I don't care if you agree or not"

I said piercing my stare through his eyes. He felt a little nervous.

"Then do it yourself"

He said staring back at me.

"No"

I replied not agreeing to any of his shit.

"I'll pay someone else to do it"

I said trying to find a way to fix the problem.

From the corner of my eye. I noticed layla coming towards me.

"What do you want taehyung"

She asks in arrogance and irritation.

You. I want you.

I was seconds away from spitting those words out of my mouth.

I've gone insane and the credit of me going insane and having weird thoughts goes to this short heighted clumsy girl.

"Nothing"

I rolled my eyes. I'm pissed at her for not agreeing with me for kicking out Jackson. She does not know his intentions.

I'm not even talking to her now.

I'm ignoring her.

"Director.change him. I'll bring someone else"

I said not paying a single glance at her.

"No he's perfect."

He denies verbally. The annoyance on his face due to my behaviour was evident. He does not really like me because I behave like shit. He's just bearing me for money.

"I disagree with your statement"

I replied him sighing loudly.

"Taehyung everything is going smoothly don't make a fuss"

He said convincing me.

"I've pretty dollars to throw on his face and he'll go by himself."

I said indicating my future actions.

He closes his eyes and presses his lips and speaks.

"Do whatever you want"

There we go. No one can go against me. If I want something I want IT!.

I forgot that layla was standing their. I notice her presence and she speaks.

"You have no right to kick him. I will not let that happen"

She goes against my decision.

"Would you Mind to shut up if I throw some dollars at you too"

I sweetly replied to her statement.

"I do love money but I ain't a beggar who would pick up some thrown money. Taehyung you are not discarding him"

She tells her interest about money. Lovely.

"I am discarding him. Stop me if you can"

I feel a bit good after coming back to my bastard self. i love being cocky as always. She must have taken me lightly through these days. But I'm no person to be taken lightly.

I procceeded my steps towards that bastard. He was standing dumbfounded.

"I request you to leave. Because we are changing the main lead role"

I say as respectful as possible.

"What do you mean. Who are you to decide"

He says being confused.

"I'm the producer of the drama. I have every right to discard you"

I said indicating my identity.

"I'm not going anywhere"

He says denying my decision.

"Would you mind going with 5,000 dollars."

I came straight to the point.

His eyes were not ready to agree.

"What about a $10,000"

I love saying money terms in dollars. He must be calculating.

"Or a $15,000"

This amount is nothing to me.

The man is still silent.

"Let's double it. How about we go with $30,000"

Stubborn bastard.

"I think $60,000 must be enough. Tell me how much do you want"

I said increasing the amount. The nervousness in him increases.

"$80, 000"

I spoke increasing it more.

"I'll leave"

He spoke not trying to look in my eyes. Feisty.

"Itll be in you bank account in two minutes. Bye bye."

Waving a little bye he ran from there. People just do anything for money.

"What the hell taehyung. Did you just bribed him"

Layla came closer to me raising her voice. Little lines appear on her forehead. God this women.

"looks like I did"

I said smirking.

"Rude fucking old mob"

She inserts all of the nicknames she has given to me.

It feels so hot to hear her curse. Taehyung shut the fuck up. We're not doing this right now.

"You have no shame"

She irritatingly remarks with a harsh voice.

"If you would have agreed to me before. I would not have bribed him. I'm pissed due to you. Don't talk to me. Stubborn ass"

Irritated rises upon me and I move away from the place. I register my ignoring towards her. It's good to avoid a woman with witch qualities. I'm genuinely worried what if she possesses me or something.

"It's not like I'm dying to talk to you. Go away. I hate you"

She striked her words at me. And walked fastly somewhere else.

"Taehyung we don't have much time. Find someone until tomorrow."

"THE DAY IS OVER. EVERYONE BACK TO THEIR HOUSES"

The director tells me and announces the end of the shoot.

"Yeah"

I lightly replied and discarded myself from there.

Coming out of the mansion. I saw layla standing with someone.

To be clear. Laughing with someone.

What?

I pushed my feet and took big steps. Reaching towards her. My sight clears and I see her laughing with.....

MOTHER FUCKER JACKSON.

How dare he talk to her. I heard their muffled voices.

"I'll call you when I reach home"

She replied to him laughing.

Fuck fuck fuck. I did all of that to avoid both of them meeting and here they are.

Anger rushed in my eyes as I felt my cheeks getting hot. I'm just gonna kill that bastard.

I went towards their way and Jackson noticed me. His eyes portrayed an unfamiliar fear.

"Didn't I tell you to just fuck off from here"

Deepening my voice I asked him.

"Uh umm.. "

He was speechless. Of course.

"Because you told him to leave the role of male lead not anything else"

A sweet voice replied merely making my ears melt. Realising that it's layla.

"Just shut up"

I almost forgot I was pissed at her.

"How much more do you want to get out of my and her sight"

I bluntly asked him. It's gonna be fun.

"Maybe $20,000"

He replied in money. Idiot that wasn't my intention.

Shameless fucker he is.

"I wasn't talking about money"

I replied making him confused. I came closer to his face.

"I was talking about punches. Should I punch you twenty thousand times huh"

I said mockingly making him go in shock.

"I think all of us should go home".

Layla replied in a shaky voice.

"Stay out of it"

I said and held her hand making her stand behind me. She was barely visible now.

"I.. I.. I'll go. I'm sorry I won't come here now"

He replied stuttering. Nice.

"If I ever see you again. You may question your existence. Understand"

I said and he ran away sitting in his car. Out of my sight.

"What is your problem taehyung"

A yelling came from behind indicating it's layla.

"I have no interest in talking to you"

I ignored her questions and went towards my car.

"Then why did you come in between us"

She Asked as she followed me towards me the car.

"I already told you he's a bastard and I won't tolerate him being near to you. It's dangerous"

I willingly say the truth and opened the door of the car for her to sit. I'm a gentleman after all.

"I am not going with you"

She says not maintaining an eye contact and biting her cheek.

"I did not ask you."

I directly ordered her to sit. There's no way I'm letting her go alone. Even if I'm pissed or anything.

"You need to stop invading in my business. Just because you're handsome that doesn't mean I'll trust you in anything."

She sits in the car and I also sit in the car closing the door.

She blabbers something and I don't pay much attention. She's with me right now and that's all I want.

"So you called me handsome. You can trust me in anything. Atleast I'm not like that seducive bastard. He must have flirted with you"

I predict his intentions.

"He did didn't he"

I asked staring at her..

"Yeah"

She replies not looking at me pleasingly.

After that no words left my mouth. It was all silence through the ride. I remembered I'm pissed at her so I didn't dare to break the silence.

I glanced at her and noticed her staring at my hands. Does she wants to eat my hands. I wonder what must be she thinking right now.

"What"

I asked raising my eyebrow looking in her eyes directly. She looks at my face.

"What"

She asks in confusion.

"Why are you staring at my hands."

I said as I showed her my hand.

"No I'm not"

She says and the lie in her eyes is evident to me.

"Don't lie. How many times do I remind you"

I again tell her that she can't lie to me.

"Nothing I just zoned out"

She says moving her orbs here and there.

"Don't lie dear."

I have no fucking idea that why I called her 'dear'.

I had no intention of doing that.

Her cheeks seem to heat up and she looks away. Funny.

The vicious silence was killing yet peaceful. I don't know but today the way to home seems too much long.

And again I was the culprit to break the infuriating silence.

"Listen to me. If anything else happens to you due to that bastard or any other thing at the house. I swear to God that I'm not fucking helping you"

I say the same words for the third time I guess.

"Aren't you the one
repeating the same things and starting a conversation. And then you say I'm not talking to you. I understood it already that you're not gonna help me so shut up"

She pulls up a whole paragraph in aggressiveness as a response to my idiotic start of a conversation. I should've said something else.

Fuck. Why can't I just ignore her.

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Taehyung's pov.

Here I am. Sitting in my room as I've sworn to not speak to my only enemy . It's been hours and I'm hearing voices outside. She's doing some shit outside.

I want to go out and eat something. But I don't wanna face that little heighted witch or she'll mock me for talking to her.

"God I'm hungry"

I murmured to myself as I laid on the bed. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. I heard a creaking near my door I stood up and went towards the door. The door was made a bit upwards. It had space at the bottom and most of the things could pass from it.

On the floor. I saw a dish placed on a white plastic plate with a hideous coloured sticky note.

Of course she must have threw this plate two times and must have used all of her sticky notes
As it's the weirdest colour

I bent down to the level of the plate. I'm unaware about this dish. I don't know what it is.

Ignoring it I picked up the hideous coloured sticky note and read it.

My dear hateful roommate :

I wish you my worst regards. Just because you're angry at me doesn't mean you'll starve yourself to death. I've made this. It's an Australian dish called beef pot roast. It is tasty but I don't know how to make it tasty. I hope you don't puke.
Again my worst regards.

Your dear layla. ❣.

I chuckled lightly at the hideous note. I folded it and kept it in my drawer. Picking up the dish and placing it on the table near my bed. I sat on the bed unsure whether I should eat it or not.

The dish looks mouth watering. But not really mouth watering to my ego.

"It's not an apology. Just eat it. I know you aren't gonna come out anyways"

A loud yelling came from the door. The sweet voice indicates the presence of layla near the door.

I think I should just eat it. I gulped very hard. A heavy sigh escaped my mouth. The food will go cold soon if I don't eat it. She spent a lot of time making it. I closed my eyes tightly.

And mom's figure flashed in front of me.

"Anger should not be expressed to food here, eat my little baby"

She spoke heavily as she brought the spoon full of rice near my face. I opened my eyes remembering that she used to say this whenever I was angry. I should eat it. Whatever I'm hungry.

I picked up the plate and took a bite. The food was as expected not amazing but edible and enough to please me. I know she doesn't know how to cook 'that' tasty. I've no problem with that.

I took another bite and another. Many bites later when there was just little of it left. My mouth was burning with fire. My throat dried up.

"Fuck it's the spiciest dish I've ever ate"

I said as I panted with sweat and stood up.

I've low spice tolerance and she does not know that.

I quickly went towards the door opening my mouth and breathing loudly. I quickly ran away towards the kitchen and shoved up a glass of juice filled with ice.

The burning sensation in my mouth eventually faded away. I sat on the kitchen counter drinking the juice with my eyes closed.

I sighed with relief. God I'm never eating food without knowing its spice level. Should have asked her before. I'm an idiot after all.

"Ahhhhh"

I heard a loud thud as something breaking from her room.

"Fuck layla. What did she do this time"