A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter V

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Taehyung clutched his beating heart as he leaned on the closed door of his room. He has never, ever, been this close with a lady before and he means it. The only woman interaction he ever had apart from his sister was with his geography teacher in high school who happened to be the only female teacher that taught his class, much to his relief.

He wasn't practically afraid of them, but prefers to minimise his contact with the other gender under his control. He even strictly warned Jimin not to flirt with any female if he's there with him to which Jimin always replies with, 'Dude no fun, I need my adrenaline', which wasn't quite surprising when it comes to Jimin.

So obviously, his heart almost exploded when the strange girl, whom he promised himself to kick out as soon as he could, lunged at him like he was her meal which wasn't exactly the case as Taehyung likes to be the dominant one.

But what's the use of being the predator if there's no prey?

Taehyung was almost at the verge of calling Jimin and telling him every little thing when the door behind him thumped loudly, catching him off guard.

"Your Majesty! May I know where the maids are so they can prepare your dinner?" A sweet voice rang out to the other side of the door.

"We don't have maids here." His eyebrows furrowed slightly at the endearing that he has heard quite a lot of times now. He frowned when he didn't get a reply from the other side so he walked towards his bathroom to get freshened up as soon as possible.

Turning up the temperature of the shower, Taehyung stepped in it and let the lukewarm water do wonders on his bare skin. The droplets soothed the tense skin and washed off any residue from the tiring day before. Taehyung hummed a song as he squeezed a small amount of shampoo and lathered it on his hair. The steam clogged up on the transparent walk-in shower as Taehyung dried up his body.

Walking out of his room in just a grey sleevless tee and even a more lighter grey sweatpants, Taehyung sniffed a wiff of spices in the air. He ambled towards the kitchen with the wet towel hung loosely around his neck as his eyes zeroed on the female in the kitchen.

The woman was stirring some sort of liquid in a pot and often took little sips on a separate plate for tasting. She hummed in satisfaction as her attention then drove towards a pan sizzling on the stove, she mixed up the ingredients as the smell wafted into the air even more.

She finally took notice of another presence around her because she turned around to find Taehyung leaning on the refrigerator with his arms crossed and a weird expression that was quite hard for her to decipher.

Was it amusement?

Hardness?

Confusion?

Or was it all three of it?

"May God bless Your Majesty for the timing, I was meaning to ask you something." She bowed lightly while wiping her soiled hands on the black apron.

"Go on."

"Does Your Majesty happen to have Tarak, perhaps?"

"Tarak?" Bewilderment revealed itself on his features, "What's that?"

Visible shock coursed throughout her body. She dramatically clutched her mouth, pretending that not knowing what Tarak was a grave sin. Her eyes were wide as the moon and her cheekbones shifted higher due to her jaw hanging out of sheer disbelief.