15.

| 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. |

Yuri P.O.V

"I'll, uh, change my clothes now."

I picked up the pile of clothes, after I had decided that Taehyung and I had stared at each other for more than enough time.

He cleared his throat. "Oh, um, sure."

Taehyung then turned around, unsure of himself.

"I'm changing in the bathroom."

I deadpanned. Taehyung mouthed an 'oh,' with his mouth.

"Oh. Right. Yes. You do that."

I shook my head, walking inside, smiling.

To say I was confused would be an understatement; my mind and heart was messed up, through and through.

I wanted to hate him, be angry at him for playing with my feelings like that, but I can't; I just can't bring myself to not like him, much less despise him.

Something was wrong with me. I knew that something was definitely wrong with me.

I had to distract myself from it; from everything related to Taehyung.

'It's for the best.'

I thought, as I removed the absolutely beautiful black dress.

The dress was mine now, thanks to Taehyung.

'Nope, you're doing it again.'

A voice inside my head told me. I slapped myself lightly on my face.

The dress was, no doubt, the costliest, and best piece of clothing I owned. Ever.

My family, before I came here, weren't living the best life. We almost always had a shortage of money, and hence, we lacked a comfortable lifestyle.

That was probably why I grew up to be so. . . stingy with spending money. Well, I wasn't stingy, I did spend money where I thought I had to, and avoided indulging myself in extra and unnecessary luxury.

Definitely not like Taehyung, literally throwing money around.

'Great, you thought of Taehyung once again.'

I tried distracting myself by recalling something life had taught me.

Not having something, sufficient money for me, definitely teaches you its true value.

Knowing an object's, or person's, value is an extremely important lesson of life. Appreciate what you have, while you have it.

Once it's gone, it's not coming back. Ever.

Like my father.

I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths, calming myself, before walking out of the bathroom.

Taehyung had switched on the tiny TV, that I had failed to notice earlier, and was browsing through the channels, searching for something nice.

Unfortunately for him, all this hotel had were news channels.

After switching for the sixth time, Taehyung threw the remote on the ground in frustration, and flopped on his bed. The remote landed with a soft thump on the carpeted floor.

I scoffed, amused, and went to sit on the unusually large couch, which would now serve as my resting place, my bed.

I was bringing my laptop out of cover, when something I heard from the news playing on the TV made me halt my movements.

"A decade old mall, in the heart of Seoul, numerous times named as the best mall of the city, will now be shut down, after a lethally dangerous shootout that took place inside it a few hours ago."

Oh my gosh. Was this because of us?

I turned around, to see the tiny screen more clearly. There was no mistaking; it was the same mall.

"There couldn't have been a worse day for this dreadful incident to happen. For those who aren't aware, today, the mall was celebrating its tenth anniversary."

I widened my eyes.

That's why there were so many decorations on the walls, and so many discounts!

"Taehyung," I called, eyes still fixed on the TV, which was now showing the destruction we had caused inside of the Gucci store. "Taehyung!"

He finally looked at me. "What?"

"Look." I pointed at the TV. He obliged, and grimaced slightly when he saw it.

"That's unfortunate."

"Taehyung! Take this more seriously! Because of us, a ten year old mall got shut down."

"Well," he sat up straight, "not because of us. Because of those idiots who attacked us. Why did they have to come and cause a havoc, and make this mall shut down?"

"They were there because we were there. So, it's our fault!"

Taehyung shrugged. "If you say so."

I gaped at him. "How can you be so chill about this?"

"Because it's not a big deal," he said casually. When he saw my furious face, he added, "I've literally tortured and murdered people. Compared to that, a mall shutting down is nothing."

I opened my mouth to retort, but realised that he had a point. This wasn't anything for him, but it would definitely add to the burden of my conscience.

"The staff of prestigious clothing line, Gucci, stated that none of them had gotten injured. But the damage caused to the shop itself was appalling and horrendous."

Well, I agree with that.

"One staff member says that three items are missing, and that they were all equally exclusively premium. But, perplexingly, they had found a large wad of cash in one of their changing rooms. The head of the staff, a man aged fifty-seven, believes that whoever took those items were paying for them."

Thankfully, they believe that.

"I think that's, excuse my language, utter bullshit."

Okay, apparently not.

"Why would someone carrying guns, and freely firing at innocent people, some Mafias, I would assume, care about paying for what they take?"

"Because I'm not a dipshit!"

Taehyung, who was lying on the bed, called out loudly, whilst sitting up straight again.

"I may murder people, ruin lives, and do illegal shit, but I do not steal. Hyung didn't raise me like that."

But, the news reporter obviously couldn't hear that, because he kept going on about how heartless and careless we were.

I furrowed my eyebrows at Taehyung's words. Which hyung didn't raise Taehyung like that?

I had no time to contemplate that, because I saw Soojin's face on the TV.

"Oh, look, speak of the dipshit, and here he is!" Taehyung said sarcastically.

"There were two," said Soojin, "a beautiful lady, and an ugly man with a gun."

I saw Taehyung raise an eyebrow.

"The man seemed to be a little crazy. He threatened to shoot me if I didn't fix the lady's laptop. Obviously, I fixed it. I didn't wanna die."

I opened my laptop, and pressed the button to switch it on.

The screen lit up.

"He fixed it? Well, he did something good," Taehyung said, looking over.

"Do you remember their faces? Or, their names? Any details?" The person interviewing him asked urgently.

"Uh, nothing I can remember. Their faces. . . I just remember a bit of their faces, but that wouldn't be helpful, I apologise."

The screen switched back to the passive-aggressive reporter, who strongly despised us, despite not knowing who we were.

"Well, there you have it, folks. That was all we had on this incident. If you have any more details about this, do not hesitate to contact us to let us know. Who knows, you may even get a chance to be on television. I urge each and every one of you to stay alert for more people like them, who may be possessing dangerous weapons. We should always—"

I didn't bother to listen to what they should always do, and switched the TV off.

"His voice was pissing me off," I said, when Taehyung looked at me questioningly.

He sniggered, nodding his head in agreement.

I smiled, sitting back down on the couch, making myself comfortable. I then opened the laptop again, only for my eyes to widen.

Message after message flashed on my screen. I grimaced, waiting for the continuous dinging to stop.

When it finally stopped, I investigated who had so mercilessly spammed me, though I had an inkling as to who it was.

And I was right; more than half of the messages were from someone with an ID called 'Sunshine Brownie Boy Lix'.

"Damn, who spammed you that much?" Taehyung asked.

"Who messages me, or bothers to stay in contact with me, with the exception of you and Mina?" I asked, since the answer was extremely obvious to me.

"Oh. Him."

It was probably just me, but did Taehyung sound annoyed slash sad?

"Yes, him," I said, smiling, his cute freckled face entering my mind.

Lee Felix.

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A / N

what is this? A kinda half-assed chapter that I kinda like
idk how to describe this so yeeeeeeeeet *cue felix's voice*

yes, there's jinnie (skz one) and lixie in this story, sue me for having them as my biases and wanting to include them in literally all my stories

I love sassy/nonchalant Taehyung.

why do you think felix spammed so much, and what relationship does he have with Yuri?👀
always (kinda) expect the unexpected with me, because I twist shit to make it as non-cliche as possible

don't hesitate to spam me with love and comments,, because I may return the favour <3

Vote, spam, comment if you wanna go to a BTS concert :")

Ciao~

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