Imposterism | KTH

Thoughtful

14

4 and ¼ days till the premiere

Yoona

The girl in front of me was beaming with confidence, eyes sparkling as if she had a secret she wouldn't share.

"Hey." Taehyung was outside, waiting. "Did you change your mind?" His voice had a hint of amusement as if he knew I wouldn't go through with this. "It's fine if you did."

I slipped on his emerald green silk robe.

I chuckled, remembering him defend his feminine taste in fashion by accusing me of being stereotypical when I didn't even make fun of his choices.

A voice in my head said he'd look irresistible in it, but I locked the thought away as soon as it came.

Adjusting my plain beige bra and matching underwear, I tied the robe securely around my body.

If I'd known I'd be doing something like this before getting on the plane this morning, I'd have worn better undergarments.

But the girl in the mirror seemed unfazed. I liked her stupid smile. I liked the way she flicked her hair. It's been so long since I saw her this radiant. And the funny thing was that she was me but I couldn't comprehend it.

A knock followed by his butter voice got me out of my thoughts. "Yoona, you don't have to-"

I opened the door of the bathroom, raising an eyebrow at him. "Impatient, are we?"

He blinked a few times. "No, I thought you-"

I rolled my eyes at him. "I told you it's fine. I have done dozens of photoshoots. This is not that different."

Clasping my hands together, "Now, where do you want me?" I asked.

His adam's apple bobbed as he shifted his weight on one leg. "Yes, err...yes. We're doing this."

"Looks like we are."

"Right." He gestured towards the living room. "This way then."

"You can sit on the sofa." He pointed where he wanted me and I obliged quietly, waiting for further instructions.

"I have so many ideas." He mumbled while closing all the curtains. "But let's start with a simple pose." He switched on warm lights. They brought out the green color of the robe.

"One minute." He muttered, jogging to his room.

How did I get so close to Taehyung? How did I begin to trust him? It's so strange how easily he slipped into my life and talking to him became the brightest part of my day.

He came back with a large sketchpad and lots of pencils.

"Most of my stuff is at the studio, but I can manage for today." He was babbling nervously, setting all his stuff on the table. "Next time we can plan it, so I have all the supplies."

"Next time?"

He froze. "I mean-"

"Should I start charging you?" I put a hand below my chin, biting my lips to stop the urge to giggle.

"Nooo, I don't have any money." He put his hand on his chest, dramatically. "Can I pay you back in some other way?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

I ended up laughing at his silly face.

He grinned widely, staring at me as I came down from the laughter.

Putting my legs up on the sofa, tucking my feet behind, I waited for him to say something.

Earlier I used to get this urge to hide my face or snap at him when he did that, but now I enjoyed it; my body heats up in anticipation.