He's Not From Here (BTS Taehyung X Reader)

Is It Acting or Plain Lying?

"So.." Taehyung Kim begins. He runs a hand through his brown hair nervously, struggling to find the right words.

"What did you want to speak about again?" You two were currently in a semi-nice restaurant. It resembled that of a food place from the 80's, with the way the silver counter shined and how the seats had comfy cushions, which were a great, bright red.

"Ah, hand, hand hand no touch," He starts. He takes a hold of your hand suddenly. "You.. you alright? No hurt? No boo boo?"

"I'm alright, thanks," You respond. You awkwardly try pulling your hand out of his grasp but he hangs on tight, refusing to let go of you once again. "Seriously, I'm fine."

"I sorry, for.. for, ah, falling. And.. ah," he stops talking. Instead, he decides to make a gesture by punching in the air.

Hold on.

"Wait. Was that you? Were you why that guy was the on the floor?" You're very puzzled. Did he happen to be the one who was the reason behind the 'dun' and 'thud' sound? And why there was a man on the floor next to the two of you when he fell on you?

Why, for him to go to such length as to help a complete stranger, would he do that?

Is he nuts?

"Ah, floor? Ground? Man? Man who no touch? Ah. Yes, me attack man no touch," he finally responds. He lets go of your hand and, despite struggling against it earlier, you miss his touch.

Weird.

"Ah, it's been nice, Mr. Kim, but I really must go now," You say. You pull your hand close to you, looking at it worryingly; the burning sensation is gone.

You check your watch; it's 8:30 A.M. You should have been in class about forty-five minutes ago.

You stand up to walk out of the restaurant but he grabs onto your wrist for the second time today.

"Ah. No 'measer' please." He must be referring to you calling him 'Mr. Kim. "Just Tae or Taetae is fine."

You nod and then proceed to move away so you can finally get to class.

"Ah, ah, no leave, yet, please? I-I, uh," he begins. "I is need help. Ah, no good English. No good."

He shakes his head, very frustrated that he couldn't find the right words yet again.

"You want me to teach you English?" You ask, bewildered. He's asking a complete stranger, who's he's never talked to before this occasion, to teach him English.

"Teach? Ah, yes, you learn me English," he smiles, glad that you understand each other.

You sigh, realizing now that this stranger is probably going to be more trouble than he's worth.

"I can't teach you English. I'm too busy," you respond, pulling your wrist out of his grasp, the burning sensation leaving you once again.

How the hell does someone's skin burn another person's skin?

"No time? Why no time?" He looks so defeated, his lips pulled into a tight frown and his eyes glistening with water. Is he going to cry?

"I.. I has no one, in America. I no family. No friends," he whimpers, the glistening getting more and more prominent. "I's alone."

A tear threatens to roll down his cheek but before it even had the chance, you speak up. 

"OKAY! I'll teach you, I'll teach you, just don't cry okay? You're a grown man," You say hurriedly. A smile replaces the frown on his face and the tears threatening to fall disappear as if they weren't there in the first place.