“Well, you look excited,” Mi Ja smiles at the lad nervously fiddling with his necktie. Taehyung returns her smile, unveiling the inexplicable joy sparkling in his eyes. She stands up from the sofa and walks towards him. She leans forward and clicks her tongue, mockingly, as she eyes the untidy-looking folds in his necktie. He grins at her and with a playful chuckle coming after. She probably has already expected this because when he asks her to fix the tie for him, she is millions of light years away from being surprised. Finding no reason not to comply, she does as he requests.

“Can you picture me without you beside me?” Taehyung laughs suddenly, while Mi Ja accomplishes the favor.

“I actually can’t,” Mi Ja giggles and ruffles his hair. He glares at her and groans, infuriated as his hairdo, which he had woken at 6 in the morning for, has been carelessly wrecked by her. She then pats his head and smiles, “Don’t worry, handsome men, even with messy hair, will always be handsome. To be honest, don’t do that kind of hairstyle again, it doesn’t suit you.”

He gasps, “It doesn’t? But I already posted my selfie on Instagram and everybody told me it looked good on me!”

She plops herself on the edge of the bed and beside him. She then lies down on the bed before letting out an exhausted sigh, “Well, they lied. Did you deny their compliments?”

“Yeah, of course. I still have common courtesy, you know," Taehyung snickers and then mimics the generalized comment he's read. Ah, so handsome! And his usual reply. Noo, I'm embarassed. That's not true. 

“You did the right thing, you shouldn’t accept their pretentious compliments.