"Ahh shit," he hisses. Taehyung is staring hard at the phone screen in his hand, head bowed low as he focuses on it. His unkept hair falls everywhere.
"What is it?" you ask.
"Shit."
"Don't cuss."
"I'm adult, I can cuss if I want," he rebuts. "Besides, you cuss all the time."
You raise your eyebrows. You gasp out a laugh, expression stunned and incredulous. Eventually, a tiny grin blooms across your lips.
"Well," you say. "I guess it's bad news."
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Fanfiction[ kth • wife ] {imagine} {one-shot} {hot fluff} ||| He gets out of the car first. In the blinding chaos, you focus only on the hand he extends to you from beyond the car door. He helps you steadily to the ground. Camera lights flash everywhere. But...
