Our Summer

Chapter 7

"You know what, you need to stop wearing that flannel and just wear a normal t-shirt. It is scorching hot. Stop trying to look cool in that"

Taehyung looks up from the tools he is cleaning near the washing place, frowning at the girl sitting on the wooden working table, swinging her legs as she slurps on some weird looking pink juice.

"Get out of my farm", he scowls at her "Go back to work"

"My work is to annoy you", she winks at him. "Come on now, Taehyung. I am here to spill tea"

Taehyung turns the water off, reaching for a small clean towel from the cloth cabinet and wipes the sweat off his face. He uses his fingers to push his damp hair to the back, grunting softly at the summer heat. Then he turns around again.

"You guys keep hanging out at my workplace but not even being a help"

"I am resting after a long day at the bookstore", Namjoon raises a hand while being nose deep in his book.

"I am still working", Yoongi lifts a red pen. "I am grading books"

Taehyung turns to Miyeon, giving her a judging look. "I am done for the day"

"Get out, all of you", Taehyung daps the towel all over his damp neck, flapping the sides of his flannel to fan himself. "My farm is not your hanging out spot"

"It is", the three of them answer in a chorus, making Taehyung roll his eyes.

"I am here to talk about your new nemesis, the lovely Park Seori", Miyeon smirks sheepishly at him. "Damn it Taehyung, if I am not straight, I would be chasing her all over the village"

"Which part of her is lovely?", Taehyung makes a face as he walks to the mini fridge at the corner of the small work room, grabbing one cold sparkling juice.

Miyeon narrows her eyes at Taehyung, her lips tugging into a sheepish smile. "Hmmm, which part...let me think...maybe her-"

"Shut it", Taehyung raises a palm, silencing her. "Do not say whatever you are planning to say"

"Okay back to my agenda. Do you happen to know that this beautiful lovely incredible Park Seori you dislike so much is fluent in English?"

Taehyung halts midway lifting the bottle to his mouth, surprised eyes looking at Miyeon.

"See, amazing isn't she? ", Miyeon nods slowly with much excitement beaming her brown eyes. "She volunteered to help me with my English. I am going to her place tonight to study with her"

Taehyung stands in the middle of the space, face completely blank as he stares at Miyeon. He ponders over the revelation, a sudden weird feeling streaming all over him.

"Oh, you remember the poem book I thrifted online a few months ago?", Namjoon looks up from his book.

"The French thingy?", Miyeon asks.

Namjoon nods as he places a handmade wooden bookmark on the page he was reading and puts it on his lap. "She is helping me translate it"

A beat of silence falls upon them and Namjoon looks at them with a knowing expression on his face.

"The poem book is in French", Taehyung approaches Namjoon, leaning on the work table Yoongi is at. "She is translating it for you?"

"Seori is fluent in French, if that is what you are asking", Namjoon adds with a small smile. "She is brilliant, I must say"