Taehyung walked back inside with the bag in his hand. His heart had still not calmed down and the butterflies were jumping around as if they were high on sugar.

Seeing a red-faced Taehyung, Yoongi assumed Jungkook said something offensive or maybe even slapped him.

"Hey... You okay? I did give you a warning though, right?" Yoongi said, almost feeling bad for the younger.

Silence.

"Uhh... Taehyung?? What's that in your hand- did you steal??!" Yoongi was more terrified than confused.

"Wha? No, he-"

A small smile formed on his lips.

"...he gave it to me."

Yoongi suddenly dragged Taehyung by his arm into the locker room and made sure there was no one around.

"Okay kid. I know you hate him. We all do. But that doesn't mean you can steal from him..."

Taehyung snapped out from his fantasy world and raised his eyebrow at Yoongi.

"I mean... Have you seen the muscles on that guy?? He could crush you between his biceps if he wanted to."

That sentence took Taehyung back into his fantasy world.

Oh how much he wished Jungkook would've just taken that jacket off. But he's gone now. And most probably they were never going to see each other again.

"He can crush me if he wants toooo... " Taehyung said subconsciously.

"TAEHYUNG GET YOUR HEAD OUTTA THE CLOUDS AND TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED." Yoongi snapped at him.

It look Taehyung almost 15 minutes to explain everything and another half an hour to make Yoongi believe.

So after a total of 45 minutes Taehyung and Yoongi headed back out. (A/n: I'm good at math y'all 😏)

"I'm still not convinced Tae. Next time he comes... I'm asking him, whether you like it or not."

"Did you just call me Tae?"

"Ugh fuck off 'Kim Taehyung'." Yoongi snarled and Taehyung just giggled.

I wish everyday was like this.

° ° ° ° °

"... I'll be done in 10 minutes Jimin... For the millionnth time... I WILL NOT BE LATE." Taehyung said through his cell phone.

"Yeah yeah just finish it fast and wear something nice will ya... I heard you got a sugar daddy."

Taehyung could feel Jimin's smirk through the phone.

"Huh?? No- It's just some nice dude- I bet Yoongi told you that bullshit." Taehyung said in an annoyed tone.

"Nope. Yoongi said 'rich bitch who doesn't know manners'. Anyways I'm looking forward to hear more on that. Okay boo?"

"Of course sugar lump. I'll tell you everything. Now, just let me finish this assignment!"

Taehyung had been up from 8 am doing his work. It was almost 6 pm now and he was still not done.

And that was mainly because, instead of focusing on his work, scenes from yesterday's encounter with 'muscle kook' was randomly popping up in his head.

And as always... Taehyung smiled to himself and one of those butterflies, came back, slapped him in the face and left, leaving his face red.

This happened on loop. All day long. And as of now, Taehyung was just a red tomato. (A/n : sauce)

After typing in the last sentence of his assignment, he turned off his laptop, stood up from his bed and ran to the bathroom.

He opened his wardrobe to see his 3 lifeless hoodies hanging on the hangers, and some T shirts scattered around.

He had to dig in deep to find a neat pair of jeans that didn't look too shabby.

Now all he had to do was find a nice shirt to pair with the jet black jeans.

His more 'formal outfits' were placed in a separate drawer. And it consisted of a pearl white satin shirt and a tie.

That's it.

"Hmmm- Not in the mood for pearly. Might spill some tea or something. I can't afford dry cleaning again aahhh..." he rubbed his temples in frustration.

That's when his eyes landed on the bag placed on his worn out couch. The shopping bag.

"Should I...?"

Yes you should.

After 5 minutes of contemplating, Taehyung decided to wear it.

He put on the black shirt with red prints which was given to him by his 'sugar daddy', along with the slim fit jeans and tucked it in.

He took a look at himself in the mirror and thought he looked a bit dull, so he decided to put a dab of foundation and some lip gloss.

"Perfect."

Taehyung said, as he adjusted his hair with a hair brush that was older than himself.

Only one thing was missing now. Fragrance. And he knew exactly what he needed.

He opened one of the shelves and took out a bottle of perfume. Lavender perfume.

The only problem was, there wasn't any perfume in there. Maybe like one-two drops. And it had been this way for quite some time.

Taehyung refused to get a new bottle because he only wore this brand. Certainly not because he didn't have the money. Certainly not.

He opened the bottle, held it upside down for a few minutes until the droplets came down to the rim, which he then applied on his neck.

Now he was ready and it was almost 7:30 pm. A few more minutes late and Jimin might sacrifice him.

So he rushed out of his apartment and got on a bus.

For the first time in years, he felt pretty. People around him were lowkey checking him out and he knew it.

He could only mentally thank Jungkook for this beautiful shirt. For a moment he wished they could meet again.

So that he could thank him (not only for that).

He felt bad, as he had not let his brain acknowledge how handsome and cute Jungkook was when they were together. But now it was too late.

He sighed.

Maybe I'll see him again. But, will he remember me?

A/n:
Thank y'all for the 700+ reads and 100+ votessss.
I don't have think. I really don't.
Namaskaaaarammm.

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