Taehyung's Wrong Number - BTS Fanfic

twenty three

"No, no," Taehyung brushed away Ara's pencil and instead started to write on the book himself. "It's like this. Don't use that formula unless you've already simplified the equation." 

As his pencil scratched the workbook's loose paper, Ara watched in disdain. It was only thirty minutes into the tutoring session and she still had no idea how Taehyung was solving any of the problems. Countless times she had messed up, and over and over again, Taehyung always corrected her. 

"I literally cannot read your handwriting," she huffed, tilting her head and trying to make out the process of solving it. There were random arrows pointed at random digits that somehow converted itself from fraction to rational format. 

He shook his head and laughed, a bit of both amused and surprised. How was she the same girl who was valedictorian? Of course, helping her was fun for him, and he hadn't gotten the slightest irritated. Yet. 

Taehyung grabbed the lesson book, reading through her notes again. He uncapped a pen and was about to rewrite a bullet she had written wrong, when a shy but excited voice interrupted him. 

"Are you Kim Taehyung?" the girl standing in front of their table grinned, holding her phone up. She wasn't recording, but she was about to. 

Taehyung's jaw went slack, shocked at how fast he was found out. He had only lowered his mask a little bit, and his cap was still covering his forehead and nearly his eyebrows. 

He was about to say something, anything, or about to get up and run but Ara beat him to it. 

She sat back, hands crossed, her once confused face replaced with an amused and relaxed face. The girl just noticed her. 

"He does look like him, doesn't he?" Ara laughed lightly, "We get that alot. Everytime we go out in public, everyone asks him for a picture."

The girl blinked, and her eyes widened, "I'm so sorry, I thought you-" 

"Were V?" Taehyung picked up and played along, "Yeah, it happens alot. You know what they say about doppelgangers. It just so happens mine looks like a famous celebrity."

"I see," the girl nervously laughed, shoving her phone in her pocket, and Taehyung swore he felt relief enclose him like a mother's embrace. "I'm sorry for interrupting." 

Both Ara and Taehyung watched as the girl waddled back to her friend's table, them leaning in and sneaking glances at Taehyung. It looks like they weren't convinced, but didn't bother him anymore. 

Ara opened her mouth to say something, but Taehyung gulped when he saw their phones pointing at their table. 

"Let's- uh-" he started to shuffle around the papers, placing the books ontop of each other and shoving it into his bag, "Let's go somewhere else." 

Ara was about to protest, but saw how nervous he was, trying to clean up the clutter as quick as he could. He nearly knocked over his coffee. Ara began to pack away her things, but calmly and hoping it would slow down Taehyung. 

Finally, everything was put away, and Ara slung her bag over her shoulder, watching Taehyung pull up his mask and readjust the cap on his head. 

"Let's go," his eyes followed the phones as they stepped out of the coffee shop and onto the cold street. 

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a/n

uh oh taehyung's popularity got in his way !!

thoughts? 

also. i uploaded a new fic (surprise, surprise) if you want to check that one out also. it's gonna be a suspenseful and kinda sad one, but i promise to end it will a happy ending !!! 

ty for your support <3