The next day, I woke up still feeling shaken from Yoongi's actions last night... yes he was completely out of order; not to mention the fact that he was monotone and blunt; however something about his touch didn't make me feel entirely grossed out. Geez, I wonder why...  

Stretching in front of the window, observing the buzzing city in front of me I wondered if anything unusual would happen today.

"I don't think I can take anymore intenseness today," I yawned and looked at my timetable, "ugh, great... double dance, English, music and P.E," I sighed at the tiring day that was awaiting me.

"Sweety," I heard my mum bounding up the stairs. The door swung open, and I heard heavy breaths follow.

I turned around, surprised at the view of my mum being out of breath, leaning against the door frame, "the same boy is here this morning."

"The same boy?" I questioned, slightly puzzled.

"The one that came yesterday morning!" She panted, "go down and accompany him while I get changed," with that she dragged her feet to the bathroom. 

"Ah that's just great," I puffed, grabbing my mirror and makeup. Taehyung, why are you here so early?!

With a heavy sigh I entered the shop floor, greeted by Taehyung's gormless face expression as he stared into mid air. I could't help but smile and admire the moment. I stood still and gazed at him, depicting every feature he had... his messy but neat hair with its combination of blonde and brown. The beautifully heart shaped lips which gaped open slightly as his deep brown eyes carried on staring into space. A fuzzy feeling in both my heart and tummy was present... what is this? My thoughts were interrupted when his voice lazily piped up, "Eunsol-ah."

Ah, his morning voice was so nice and pleasant... it could send me to sleep right now.

"Ya, Eunsol-ah. You hear me?" 

I blinked my eyes a couple of times and saw that he was staring at me with a blank expression, his top lip coming over his bottom lip, "y-yes?"

" down."

"P-Pardon?" My attention focused on one word... was it a mispronunciation or...

" down..." he flapped his hand at the seat opposite him.

"Ahh, SIT down," I laughed to myself and went to sit opposite from him. I placed my makeup and mirror down, "would you like anything to eat or drink?"

"Ne..." he looked thoughtfully at the counter, "coffee..." the way he stretched out the 'e' was so cute!

"Come on Kim Taehyung!" I pressed, walking over to the counter, starting to make the coffee.

"Aish, gidalyeo!" I turned around to look at him, seeing his furrowed brow creasing further as he thought about what he wanted. I giggled, unable to get over his bizarre facial expressions. 

"Cwosont..." he said confidently.

"Eh?" I turned around, a confused frown forming.

He sighed, getting up. He came round the counter, coming behind me, "cwosont," he pointed at the freshly baked croissants in the basket next to the coffee machine.

"Ah," I turned around to face him, however not realising how close he was, "oh erm..." I blushed, before carrying on, "you pronounce it 'croissant'," I smiled slightly before scurrying away to start some of my makeup.

"Hei! I want cwosont!" He folded his arms and stuck out his bottom lip. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Why are you so irritating at times?" I muttered under my breath as I stepped around him.

"Mwo?" His voice went up an octave. I just shook my head and placed the croissant on a plate.

"Here," I shoved the plate in his hand and turned to the coffee machine. I heard him grumble as he stomped back to his seat. 

 

Sitting down (finally), I bit into an apple and started applying my makeup.

"Why you put makeup on?" Taehyung asked whilst speaking with his mouth full of croissant. 

"Because I'm ugly," I said simply, moving onto my mascara.

I looked past the mirror at his face, and saw his mouth in the shape of an 'O' with both hands on his cheeks. I raised one of my eyebrows.

"You no ugly!" He grabbed his chest, falling back in his chair, "my hearteu!" He gasped whilst looking at me. 

I sniggered and carried on with what I was doing. While applying the mascara, my mouth gradually opened as I tried reaching every eyelash. A slight giggle escaped Taehyung's mouth as he watched me intently, making me quite nervous.

"Aw, you cute," Taehyung let out a low chuckle that vibrated in the pit of my stomach. Argh, why does he make me feel like this?

Finishing my makeup I double checked if everything looked even on my face before saying, "I'll just go and put these back," I quickly jogged upstairs, my heart beating unusually fast...

 

I returned downstairs with my school uniform on, to see an arrangement of pastry laid out on the table with Taehyung grinning. I laughed, folding my arms, "where did you find all of that?"

He pointed at the cupboard with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I breathed a forceful sigh, acting like I was mad. I made my way to the counter for some jam, "geez, why is the jam so far away?" I grunted, having to bend over the counter extensively.

A sudden gasp came from behind me, followed by a childish giggle.

"What is it?" I moaned, finally grabbing the jam.

"Y-You," he giggled some more, "skirt... high."

I choked on my own spit, widening my eyes with an appalled expression, "Taehyung!" I wailed. I walked up to him and started hitting him playfully. He started backing away on the chair, that I actually fell forward into his arms. !

My arms were clutching his shoulders as my face was centimetres off of his. I gulped as he stared deeply into my eyes, not letting go of my waist. I swear my head was about to explode! My heart was on the verge of bursting from my rib cage. 

His hands brought me closer, maintaining his stare as he leaned nearer. Jesus my heart won't be able to take this!

Just as our lips brushed against each other, Taehyung sniffled, suddenly jerking his head over my shoulder. A loud, gruff sneeze came out of his mouth. Oh geez, he sneezes like a grandfather...

I coughed a little, and gently levered myself off of his lap, sitting opposite him again, looking down in embarrassment. He was about to kiss me right?

"Eat, eat Eunsol-ah!" He suddenly spoke, picking up a jam tart, "open wide, ahhhhh."

I looked at him with dead eyes. He is not making me do this...

"Eunsol-ah, come on!" He whined, pouting his heart shaped lips. For goodness sake!

"Fine!" I snapped and opened my mouth. He gently pushed it in with a pleased smile. I could feel some of the jam layer up on the side of my lips as I started chewing in an unamused fashion. 

I gulped down the remains, about to grab a tissue and wipe my mouth, but Taehyung suddenly leant over the table, his face extremely close (yet again).

What is he doing? 

"You got some on mouth," he brought his lips to the side of my mouth, my heart finally puncturing at this rational action. I could feel the heat of his tongue gently off the jam... his lips edging their way onto mine until--

"Hannah! Get your asses to school now!" My mums voice bellowed.