Thespians | Kim Taehyung

Chapter Thirteen

Kim Taehyung picked up his phone and answered the call without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

     "Hello, yes, is this Kim Taehyung?" A dark female voice replied. It sounded as if the person was feigning a masculine voice.

      "Uh... who is this?"

      "Listen, I know that this is cultural appropriation and that you're older than me, but YAH!"

     "Is this—?"

     "Yes, this is Rain. YOU LEFT YOUR DAMNED WALLET AT MY HOUSE. IT'S LITERALLY FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON AND I JUST NOTICED. It was lying very innocently on my couch. That fiend!"

     "I— what? No wonder I couldn't find it..."

      "I swear to the cosmos, Kim Taehyung, if this was another excuse to see me, I'm going to start thinking wrong. Tell me, was it the Puerto Rican coffee? I know it was, don't lie to me, Kim." Rain's tone had changed from angry to playful. She held her mouth to stop the giggles that threatened to expose her giddiness.

     Taehyung chuckled deeply. "I swear by my beloved dog, Yeontan, that I did not leave my wallet there on purpose. I actually thought it was stolen and I was in the process of calling my bank to cancel my cards."

     "Right. I still don't believe you. Tomorrow I have class, by the way. I'll be busy all day."

       "I'm not in a hurry. When are you free again?"

     "Thursday and then during the weekend."

     "Hmm... I'll be at BigHit on Thursday."

"So?"

"Maybe you could visit me this time."

"You got some nerve, Kim."

"Well, you can keep the cards, but I need my license," Taehyung quipped. Crunching and munching could be heard from his side of the line.

"I don't want your money, Kim Taehyung. I'm going to have to ask my translator to give me a ride."

"I'm sorry, Rain. I didn't want to cause you trouble. I could send someone to pick it—"

"Taehyung?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up. Could you text me the address and specifications to discuss them with— hold on, my doorbell is ringing. COMING! Don't hang up," Rain got up and nearly fell while traveling from the couch to the main door. "Fuck."

"What happened?"

"Nothing, I nearly died. I'm fine." Rain opened the door. A smiling Eunae greeted her with a couple bags of groceries.

"Unnie Eunae is here to cook for her sister! Make way, bitch."

"Speaking of the devil... here's my translator. May I put you on speaker?"

"Yes, of course," the Korean man said while laughing softly.

"Eunae, it's Taehyung. He would like to tell you something."

"Hi, Eunae. I accidentally left my wallet at Rain's apartment. I was wondering if you could bring her to BigHit on Thursday so that she may give it back? You can come along, too. Seokjin doesn't shut up about you."

"Hmm, I see. At what time should you expect us?"

"Whenever it's most comfortable for you gals. We're going to be there all day preparing for Friday's concert. Last minute tweaking and resting."