A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter IX

Jimin's eyes became wide with shock at his friend's very awful excuse of not going back home and not also that, a certain word caught his attention the most. She.

Taehyung was living with a...girl?

He looked in the air where the imaginary words were building themselves. He scoffed and flicked those words out of the window. The wine was surely taking its effects now.

There was absolutely no hecking way Taehyung was living with an opposite gender until and unless it was a dog. He noticed how he avoided the women like the plague who willingly took the nerve-wracking initiative to talk to him only to get harshly ignored and rejected. Jimin had vaguely remembered one time when they were drinking in university dorms when Taehyung jokingly commented that 'he'd do more work than waste his time on a meaningless date' and that 'work was his only way to relieve stress' because nothing stresses him out more than unfinished work.

Taehyung didn't remember it, but Jimin did. And it scared him because of the amount of seriousness he put in his words when he uttered them.

"Whatever dude," Jimin retorted, sighing at Taehyung's other drunk-wailing dramas, "Let's get you home because I want to get laid tonight. Or else I will personally come for your throat early in the morning."

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"...and you add a little salt to taste, maybe coriander leaves to add a bit of flavor burst in the noodles." Younha finished rambling when the main door opened with a frantic clicking of buttons. Both Younha's and Younggeum's ears perked up at the commotion as they momentarily stopped whatever they were doing before.

The duo inside could make out the voices of two males, one who was raging and the other, who didn't seem to care much. Neglecting the still sizzling noodles on the switched-off stove, they both manoeuvred their way to the corridor.

The spatula hanging off Younggeum's dainty fingers were threatening to slip as her eyes took in the sight in front of her. A stranger, holding His Majesty off his shoulders as the latter mumbled some incoherent words which were deemed as alien language by everyone through silent agreement.

"Oh my! You don't have to pick His Ma— Mister Kim!" Younggeum threw the spatula at Younha and bolted towards the stranger before single-handedly getting the whole weight off him. The man released a sigh of relief as his figure leaned against the wall and his eyelids shut down in exasperation. He silently watched as the petite figure drifted farther and farther away from him without faltering for a second despite the heavy man on top of her.

But then his eyes drove over to another figure in the corridor.

Her face was diverted away from him and her eyes darted over all directions. She stood there like a frozen muse of an artist but her face inflicted so many emotions that he could feel the irritation of being left alone radiating off her.

Younha's mind seemed to race over all the mannerism classes she took as a kid to become a 'proper lady' as designated by her mother. Her irises watched in utter defeat as she watched Younggeum dropping her brother's body on the sofa while she was left here alone, battling with her thoughts.

Should she invite him inside and offer him a glass of water? Or should she just evacuate from there as soon as possible? Or should she just kick him out? 

Younha didn't know what came over her but at that moment, her confident stupor seemed to diminish at the sight of someone familiar with whom she can't display dominance over. The third option was a no-go and somehow, the first option didn't seem plausible too.