Here's a three-hundred-word tease about what's to happen next chapter:

With Park Jimin out of the equation, it should’ve relieved a bit of stress from your life but it’s already been more than a week yet the troublesome Taehyung’s still not having enough of playing games with you.

Breakfast has always been a thing for everyone especially during weekends before going for band sessions so you used to always put on acts of being chill and okay with all of them even though you honestly hate most of the guys in reality.

But now, you forget being surrounded by the others, still too preoccupied by yesterday’s activity with Taehyung.

“Man, my legs are so sore!” you air heedlessly, chewing on your bacons.

Sipping his juice, Namjoon words out, eyes fixated on his morning book, “Why?”

Realizing everyone’s presence, Tae and you exchange glances, trying to hold in the smile threatening to break out.

Jungkook chokes on his drink in suspicion. “Oh my god! What the damn hell did you do!?”

***

The weekend later, Taehyung crashes in your room, goading you to dress up and go with him somewhere. You have a pile of workload for school and haven’t had a decent sleep for days since it’s a week full of exams but he just looks so hyped up that you couldn’t resist.

By now, you know how fun and spontaneous Taehyung is. There’s never a dull moment whenever you’re with him, so you’re pretty convinced that it won’t be a waste of time if you squeeze him in your schedule for a bit.

The moment you agree, he jumps in happiness and hugs you tightly, stealing a kiss in your nose as usual.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, baby doll!” he says, and you can’t help but bask in his promise and entertaining presence.

A little later . . .

Jaws dropping down as you stare at the museum he brings you to, the visions of asteroids and stars and constellations greet you.

How thoughtful of him to bring you to a planetary-themed museum—not! Shifting your gaze back to him, you snort. “I see you still wouldn’t let go of the astrological cusps we’ve been arguing about the other night.”

***

As you walk out of the museum, he grabs your hand all of a sudden. “Spend the night with me.”