A/N:- This is no more just a KTH ff. IT'S GRAMMY NOMINATED KIM TAEHYUNG AKA BTS' V's FANFICTION and that's on PERIODT.

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His words held me captivated and I tried to make sense out of them. Nothing could divert my mind better than Taehyung's fingers around my wrist.

The echo of his feet hitting against the ground grew louder by every second as he strode near me. Thousands of thoughts erupted throughout me.

When I looked up, I realised that there's no escape now. He was right in front of me and his body was pressing against mine.

'The last time his body pressed against mine was when he was drunk', my brain recalled. Also, what about all those memories of Minhee that always told his conscience to not attach himself to me?

Maybe it evaporated because my hotness raised the temperature.

Somewhere deep down I wanted him to make more moves, but, hey! Don't jump to level 69 before completing level 4! Making small moves before big ones is an important rule to remember.

Thinking about what I expected him to do versus reality was proving to be nothing but pure wastage of time. He was moving closer. Cautiously, I started walking backwards. For every step I took back, he took one forward simultaneously.

A second of direct glare in his dark orbs was enough to tell me that he was clueless of his actions too.

After a few moments, my back touched the most dreadful thing, the wall, which said there was no way I could escape this hell...

or heaven?

His hands cupped my face and his pouted lips made me gulp loudly. His eyes fluttered shut but mine were wide open.

Ayo ladies and gentlemen, this is happening.

No accident, No drunken mistake, No dream. This is reality.

"T-t-t-taehyung." His parents would have never ever dreamt of someone so cordially ruining their son's name. He just replied with a little 'hmm', not paying attention. "I still need to pee."

"What—" He said while almost not believing the new heights of my stupidity. "Oh—no, I mean yes—like, no for—leave it. I was just messing with you... I guess?" He was sounding embarrassed, sad and amused at the same time.

I escaped like jerry the mouse, running away from the hold of tom. Recreating every idiotic act done by me last night, he followed me to the doors of heaven, washroom.

Feeling his presence nearing, I fastened my pace. A small interaction with Taehyung became so awkward as he stuck his foot in between the door, stopping it from shutting completely to say, "Make it quick, girl, we're gonna try new things." A mocking chuckle left his mouth.

Kicking his foot away, I slammed the door shut and gave him no chance to see the daintiest blush of pink on cheeks.

I was scared... Not because Taehyung tried to make a move on me but because he stopped. What if he was just messing with me...?

I had no other choice than keeping that question to myself and eventually forgetting about it because that was the price you have to pay for growing feelings.

A Month Later...

Everything was better yet something still felt out of place...

"Taehyung, where's my fucking salary!?" My shrill high pitched voice startled the not so poor man laying on the bed like dead rotten meat.

"Hey, hey, shh! Don't shout! What if someone heard you?" He quickly placed his long index finger on my lips to shut my mouth.

My eyes went cross glaring at his fingers. "Well guess what, bitch? I don't give two shits about it." I rolled my eyes. Being under his influence, I had started picking up some of his traits like rolling eyes.

"Language!" He blew out a puff of air. "You like me... I should stop paying you money for living with me as you might kill to do that."

That was the last straw. Ever since I lost my senses and confessed, my feelings had become a running meme between us and he didn't let me murder my feelings either. "I might kill you to run away from here. For fuck's sake, you gotta know that I didn't mean anything. I just want my salary in 10 seconds... one, two, three, four, seven, eight, nine, te—"

"Ugh!" He let out a scream and I flinched back as it was unexpected. "You'll get your salary! Shut your mouth before I forcefully do so." The last line didn't make sense. Like what did he mean by forcefully shutting my mouth?

"Good boy! Anyways, are you free today?" I asked while rubbing my hands together to create warmth.

"No." Winters weren't the only reason why I was feeling cold. This man in the same room as me was radiating ice-cold vibes. "Why would you ask?"

"I was planning about spending some of my money on myself. You've great fashion sense so I thought you could help me." I frowned and turned around to leave. Shopping alone would be lonely. Yumi won't be there to help me choose too.

Even if she was as useful as a banana slicer.

"No-no-no you can't go out alone. You show yourself capable enough to remember about your salary but you can't remember the conditions you signed to? It clearly states that you can't go out alone. Just drop the plan for now. We'll go out some other time." He completely dismissing my whole existence and humanly wishes. I was so excited to go out for shopping, but he had to shatter my plans. Noticing my frown grow wider, he suddenly added, "Oh, no! Someone's sad? Wait, I have an idea."

A Few Hours Later...

"That bitch was always trying too hard so I had to dump her fake ass. She got a nose job, lips job and every other freaking job that exists." The driver aka Jeon the freaking Jungkook violently tapped the steering wheel while laughing at his boring relationship stories.

When Taehyung said he had an idea, I thought he'll push away his hectic work schedule to go out with me, help me choose dresses and spoil me with his money but my fantasies went down the hill when I found myself sitting in the passenger's seat with Jungkook.

After trying to tell him twice nicely, thrice indirectly by saying that maybe a particular coconut head is boring a lady and five times directly on the face that I don't care, I gave up and decided that there was no option other than letting him speak

"Oh, Y/N, see, you wanted an appointment, right? Here we are!" He pointed towards the spectacular building. My eyes excitedly scanned the words written on the fancy board and they didn't fail to bring a smile on my face. A beauty salon!

"Yeah, thanks for bringing me here. You should wait here for maybe an hour and then you'll get to see a better version of Y/N... hopefully." I whispered the last word because I wasn't sure how things worked at such fancy places.

"You'll get a nose job too?" Jungkook ran two fingers over his nose and lightly tried to lift the small bump on his face. "If we think of it, Minhee had a... better nose."

"Better than yours? Too bad, beauty salons don't do plastic surgeries. Don't worry, Jungkook, I'll book an appointment for you later." I twisted the joke and gave him the lead role which left him confused.

"I want to go to the salon with you too..." he let out in a flirty tone when his eyes followed a woman pulling open the doors of the salon.

"Don't be a desperate bitch..." I was annoyed when he grabbed my wrist and whined. "You need a better love life, man."

"I used to have a girlfriend but then she started sticking her leg in my professional life so I had to dump her too." He let out a deep sigh. My first thought was to console him because out of all the breakup stories he narrated, this one was actually genuine and without curses but then he smirked. "You know what? She was like don't tell me bye bye and I was like love is a lie lie so get lost, bitch."

I was feeling so sympathetic towards him but then it dawned over me that he was a complete crackhead.

I took a deep breath in the fresh air of Seoul. Giant showrooms of top-end brands. I am sure it's Taehyung's favourite street. More than half of his closet was filled with Gucci.

Walking towards the elegant door of the luxurious salon, I followed the usual ritual of pushing the door which was meant to be pulled and didn't even realize that until Jungkook walked over to the door and helped me out.

A little bell rang to make my presence evident. As a result of grabbing attention, I had to unwillingly break my spine and bow. The reception lady greeted me back. "Welcome, ma'am. How can I help you?"

"I wanted to..." Everything I planned to have vanished seeing the long list of beauty services they provided.

It was like the menu of some fancy restaurant.

Finally, my eyes lingered on something which couldn't have been more perfect for my needs. "Can I please have this... stuff?" My fingers traced the words smoothly because it was hard to pronounce the name.

"Sure." She smiled and smiled and kept on smiling. She didn't say a word after saying 'sure'.

After some more moments of her smiling at me like some creepy villain, I decided to ask her what I had to do next. "Where should I go?"

"You have to wait..." Her words ruined my smile. "...for a week." As if ruining my smile wasn't enough, her next sentence ruined my mood. "We have enough appointments for this week. We'll contact you to inform you about your appointment later. Please give us your contact details."

After giving my details like my name and contact number I left that place. This is exactly not how I scheduled my day in my head.

I almost told my name as Y/N but quickly corrected it to Minhee. The lady gave me a strange look internally thinking that I didn't even know my name properly.

Jimin's PoV

I sighed while pushing myself out of another big showroom. Namjoon wasn't exactly a picky guy but I was looking for the best for my best friend.

I turned on my heels and continued to look for a better shop but instead, someone quite unexpected caught my eyes.

Isn't that Taehyung's wife?

Y/N's PoV

My head hit against the roof of the car when I attempted to get inside. Wow! A perfect way to make a bad day worse.

Jungkook didn't ask me anything and kept looking at the entrance of the salon. "Y/N, isn't this salon just for females?" He pointed towards a man who looked around before pulling the door open and going in.

I carelessly pulled the seat belt across my body and murmured, "Who cares?"

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A/N:- Hey people!
Stay healthy and happy!