MY STEPBROTHER CAN'T BE MY LOVER | KTH🔞

35 | The lovers

[ HANYI ]

"Have you heard of House of Gho?" Taehyung asks me as he leans over his phone on the counter.

I bite my lip and blink out of my daze, having been preoccupied with staring at him. The name sounds familiar and I realize it's because it's The House of Gho, a famous restaurant in Seoul with a waitlist that goes out for a year.

"I-I have. But..."

Taehyung lifts his head and arches a brow.

"It's a first-class restaurant, I don't think we can just go..." Of course, it's the first restaurant to pop up when searching for places to eat. Taehyung just isn't familiar with how high of a reputation the name carries.

Reading the hesitation in my tone, Taehyung straightens up and licks his lips. "Do you want to go?"

I look curiously at him. In response, he gives me a smirk before picking up his phone and walking out of the kitchen.

"Tae..." My voice trails off as I watch him step away.

Is he going to get a reservation? My heart races and I place a hand over it to calm myself down. The idea of me stepping into the restaurant is exciting, but also nerve-racking. Did I have clothes for it? And what about the possibility of running into celebrities?

After a couple of minutes, Taehyung walks back and stands in front of me with his hands in his pockets. I tilt my head at him. Based on his expression, we couldn't get the reservation...

He leans closer with a smile tugging on his lips. "Think we can get there in an hour?"

With a slight gasp, my jaw falls and hold my hands together in my lap. "How...?"

He leans back with a shrug, revealing, "Mr. Gho's a frequent flyer on one of our private airlines."

In shock, all I can say is a tiny, "Oh."

Sometimes I forget about the world Taehyung comes from because he doesn't brag or talk much about it. Of course, Taehyung and his father have many connections from passengers like Mr. Gho.

Feeling his fingers gently stroke the side of my face, I look back at him. He smiles gently.

"Let's get ready, Hanyi."

A smile spreads across my face, and I nod.

"Okay."

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After tearing through my closet, I finally settled on wearing a black dress. A black dress never goes out of fashion. Looking at the time, I see I have a couple of minutes for my hair. That leaves me with no choice but to brush it and pray for no humidity.

Just as I was fixing my bangs in the mirror, I hear my bedroom door open. I peek from my closet to find Taehyung walking in with his dress shirt unbuttoned, a blazer thrown over his arm, and his tie in his mouth. His hair is still wet from the quick shower he took, droplets falling down his neck.