yeah, it's me ☯ taehyung

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sandara holds the bowl full of creamy batter above the small cupcake tray, lined with colorful cupcake liners. her phone rings and stops her from tipping the bowl. she whips her hands on her white apron. holding her phone, she slides to answer without looking at the ID name.

"hello."

"hey, what's up."

"oh my god! hey! i was not expecting to hear from you, tae."

"you don't want to talk to me?!"

"nono! i meant like...time difference."

"oh."

"yeah. you're like half way across the world."

"well, i might as well tell you that... im back baby!"

"...promise me you won't ever say that again."

"wow, okay."

"i don't want you to get fired."

"what is wrong with you?"

"everything babe."

"you're so weird."

"you're the one who cased after me remember?"

"right."

"so any reason why you called me?"

"not really. just thought i'd tell that i was here."

"ok well. you told me, bye!"

"oh my god!"

"im just joking! jeez, calm your ass down."

he laughs

"anyway. I was actually thinking that maybe we could meet up. you know, it'll be the first time we'll see each other in real life."

"that sounds like a great idea! oh i wanted to meet you for such a long time and —"

she stops.

"oh no..."

"what happened?"

"we won't be able to meet."

she said sadly.

his brows knit together

"what? why?"

"there's this trip to america thats for my doctors degree and i've already paid for it. i'll be catching the plane tonight."

he falls on the couch with a little bounce before finally sinking into the soft cushion.

"well...is there anything i can do?"

"not really..."

"we'll get another chance to meet each other."

he said hopefully.

"you sure about that?"

"yes! i will follow you!"

"sure you will babe."

"are you challenging me?"

"think of it in whatever way you want to."

he laughs again.

"so, how come you haven't texted for so many days?"

she asks.

"oh. well I—"

"let me guess."

"go ahead."

she bites her lip, tinting it red.

"jessica"

"well, you've got the main subject."

"you finally got laid."

"dude!"

he says with his eyes wide in both surprise and shock.

"what you didn't?"

"that's not what happened. actually, she—"

"so you didn't get laid?"

"what is wrong with you?!"

"every—"

"this is going nowhere. i'm cutting the call."

"okay okay. stop."

"what now?"

"i'm sorry. i'll stop and i'll listen."

"...there has to be a catch."

"no catch."

"are you sure."

"spill it kim."

he sighs "jessica. she...she's sort of...um...upset."

"why?"

"well...ugh!"

"take your time."

"she thinks i'm cheating on her."

"what why?"

"she thinks i'm cheating on her with you."