twenty two

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Ara bit the pen cap nervously, her leg bouncing with sudden energy. Her eyes unfocused, sending her off in her anxiety filled thoughts.

She was currently in the coffee shop, sat in a comfy corner with a wide space for her laptop and college books. All her work was already out, situated neatly. Normally, all of it would've just been tossed in random places, but now that Taehyung was meeting with her, she didn't want him to think she was-

Oh to hell with that. He'd already seen her moody and weird side through text. It's not like he held some socially stigmatized standard, right? Right!?

The coffee door bell rang, instantly snapping Ara out of her spacing out session. There stood a tall, lean figure decked out in wear that hid his face. Ara squinted her eyes. He looked familiar.

Her phone chimed.

taehyung
im here
where are you

ara
corner table
to the right

The moment Ara lifted her eyes from her phone, the male was staring directly at her. She could feel herself freeze as he paced towards her. Wait, no. It was more like time was frozen and she was just watching a slow matrix movie.

His eyes never left hers when sat down.

"Taehyung?" she whispered, jaw slack.

A smile formed underneath his face mask, the sides pulling up. He lowered it a bit and revealed some of his lower face.

"What?" Taehyung giggled softly, "can't recognize a God when you see one?"

Her trance ended just then. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, forgetting the fact that he was, indeed, Kim Taehyung of BTS. Perhaps she was in a state of shock that she hadn't processed yet, but in front of her was the same person who sent her Kermit the frog memes in lectures.

"You have really strong eyebrows," Ara commented emphasizing her words as she flipped around the pages in her math textbook, "like, really, really strong eyebrows."

She looked at him again.

"Are sure you aren't mad?"

His smile was wide, and quite frankly endearing, but Ara wouldn't admit that.

"Mad that I haven't gotten my food yet?" he teased, "if so, yes. Yes I am."

She rolled her eyes but nonetheless brought out the containers of food she had made. It was random, just dishes she knew how to make im a short amount of time, yet Taehyung didn't spare a second and immediately grabbed it along with the plastic fork Ara was about to hand over.

After watching him stuff his face for a good five minutes, she thought about whether things were okay at home. Was he getting enough to eat?*

"Oh my god," he sighed, "that was so good."

"You're welcome," Ara tried to be sassy but felt satisfied by his compliment.

"Mmm," was all he replied with.

They stared at each other for a few moments before Ara waved her hands.

"Are you gonna help me or what?"

a/n

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