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         "... so shocked?" 

    I snap back to focus, trying to piece together the mumbo jumbo that was coming from Taehyung's pretty lips while I was in lala land. And yeah, I got nothing. 

      After I came back from church today, Taehyung texted me, asking if I could come over. I said sure, as long as he was the one to take me to his house, because I'm absolute shit at directions. 

    He actually has a car, and that is something that took me by surprise. Apparently he just doesn't like driving himself to places all the time since he thinks his driving is "not that good". 

    (Truth is he's actually a great driver.) 

    (I think he's just a lazy shit.) 

    And the moment we reached his home, I honestly thought he was kidding around. 

    But no, he got out, looked at me smiling stupidly at him through the car window, and asked, "Are you fucking high or something? Stop smiling and get out."

     Now we're on the doorstep of his house and I'm still waiting for him to say sike. 

    Honestly I'm not sure what I was expecting Taehyung's house to look like, but it definitely wasn't a condo on the outskirts of town, with a glimpse of a swimming pool on the roof. It's just… Taehyung never seemed like the kind of person that came from a rich family. He's so down to earth. 

    Maybe I'm just being stereotypical. After all, I'm rich as well, but I'm not spoilt either. 

    At least, not totally. 

      (One can't have so much money and just not be a little spoilt.) 

     So here we are, on the doorstep of his home, about to meet his brothers of whom Taehyung told me were abused by his father. 

      Yep, that's literally the only information I have on them. I don't know their age, what school they're in, or even what they look like.

     "Huh?" 

    He chuckles, ringing the doorbell twice. Doesn't he have his own keys? "I asked why you look so shocked."

    "Oh, oh." I scramble for words. "Guy my head just dey wander. [My mind was just wandering.] " 

      It takes a while for him to answer, and I think it's because he's trying to understand what I said. 

     I forget to use proper english sometimes. Oof. 

     "Ah." He nods, and I think he got it. Cool. "Are you worried about meeting my brothers? You shouldn't be. They're super chill."

     I half smile. "I'm not like anxious or anything, I was just deep in thought." I tell him. "Besides, it's not like we're dating or anything." 

    Taehyung gives me a look I can't read, and just as he's about to say something, the door swings open with so much force that I flinch for my life. 

    My mouth momentarily drops as I take in the image of the man before me. He's tall, with shoulders so wide he wouldn't need uniform to play quarterback. His pink and plump lips are stretched into a wide, welcoming smile. His hair is a deep shade of brown, almost black if the sun were not kissing his sides. 

    Even in a plain t shirt and blue jeans, this man looks like a supermodel. 

     The dude—who I assume is one of Taehyung's brothers—winks at Taehyung before looking at me once again. 

    From the corner of my eye I see Taehyung flip him off. 

    "Hi! You must be Damilola!" He waves enthusiastically.

      Taehyung actually told them my name was Damilola and not Lola. 

    That actually means a lot to me. 

    "Yeah, that's me. And you must be Taehyung's brother…" why is my voice so tiny? What the fuck? He's not that hot? 

     "Call me Jin!" 

     I smile, feeling relaxed because of his welcoming aura. 

      Taehyung's bro—Jin speaks again. I notice that although his English is perfect, he has a really thick accent. It's kinda hot.

      "It's so nice to meet—" 

     "Hyung [Bro], these introductions are cute and shit, but please let us come in before this sun fucking fries us."

      I snort. Ugh, why do I have such an ugly ass snort? 

     Jin gives Taehyung a look before stepping out of the way, allowing Taehyung to pull me into the house. And I have to say, the interior is just as impressive as the exterior. 

     "Damn, this place sleek as fuck." I whisper, mesmerized by the black furniture and artistic decor. 

   Taehyung leans in closer. "Hm?"

     "Uh, nothing." 

    "Please sit, Damilola." Jin then turns to the stairs. "Namjoon! Get the fuck out here! Taehyung's here with his girlfriend!"

    What? 

     Taehyung voices both our thoughts by chucking a pillow at Jin, who swiftly dodges it and sticks his tongue out at Tae like a child. 

      Older brother, he says. 

    "What the fuck? I fucking told you she's not my girlfriend. We're friends." He says —a bit too forcefully—as he leads us to sit down on the soft leather couch. 

     "Yeah yeah, you keep telling yourself that."

     Taehyung flips him off once again, and Jin happily reciprocates. 

        So this  is what having a sibling is like? Trying to out-bitch each other?

     Jin turns to the stairs once again. "Namjoon get off your laptop and get the fuck down here!"

     Jin proceeds to stomp up the stairs to retrieve the mystery brother.

    Meanwhile,Taehyung leans closer to me. "Are you uncomfortable? Because if you aren't then you're a fucking weirdo."

   I let out a short laugh. "I am very uncomfortable, but anyhow sha [whatever], I've been through worse."

    He laughs, then pauses, as if contemplating something. 

     "By the way, Jin says a lot of stupid shit. I never told him we're dating, nor did I say anything about the… things we did together." 

       I wave him off. "It's ok. I didn't think you would anyways." The amount of trust I give this kigga is appalling. 

        "What did you tell them about me though?" 

      Taehyung shrugs, but his cheeks redden. "Ah, nothing much! I just told them I got a new friend and all. They're just pumped I'm hanging with people other than Jungkook and Jimin actually." 

       "What about Jessica?" 

      Taehyung's smile falters. "Uh, they know she's with Jungkook. That's pretty much it. "

      So he didn't tell them he loves her? 

      Yet, he told them about me. 

         I try not to smirk. 

    Then, as if out of nowhere, a wild Namjoon appears. 

   "I'm here! I'm here." He stumbles a bit as he walks and I vaguely wonder if he's drunk at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. " Jeez, a man can't watch his porn in peace."

   Taehyung looks like he's ready to kill himself. "Hyung, please be normal for just one minute."

    "Never!" He exclaimed, literally. "Ah! So you must be the infamous Damilola." Namjoon clasps his hands together, staring at me with a look I can't decipher. 

    They both sit on the couch adjacent to us, and I try to keep my gaze on Jin. Something about Namjoon is unsettling to me. 

     "Oh! I forgot to ask." Jin speaks up. "Would you like something to drink? Yes? Wonderful! I'll go get some coke—the drinking one, not the smoking one, but you probably knew that since I mentioned drink. Hey Namjoon, can you drink weed?" 

     Namjoon paused. "Twenty years of school did not prepare me for that question."

       "Of course it didn't. School's a high-key scam."

      We all collectively chuckle. Afterwards, Jin disappears down the hallway to the kitchen, and Namjoon calls out Taehyung's name. 

   "Jin이 형에게 도와주세요 . [Please help Jinnie hyung."

   I don't know what he's saying, but I'm guessing it has something to do with joining Jin in the kitchen, because Taehyung whines. 

   "Hyung…" 

   "가 [Go]."

  Taehyung grumbles, but reluctantly stands up and leaves for the kitchen.

   And so it's just me and Namjoon.  

    Silence wraps around us like a blanket. 

   "Damilola, right?" 

    It feels like tiny ants are prickling at my neck, crawling up further as he continues to stare at me.

    "Ah you can call me Lo—Dami."

    "Okay, Dami." He corrects himself. A ghost of a smile lingers for a moment, but he shakes it off like he didn't mean to. 

      "I'm just going to get right down to it so forgive me if I'm being rude, but aren't you the girl who dumped Jungkook then kissed him while he was in a relationship?" 

        Now the ants are nipping at my neck, causing me to shift in my seat like a fish out of water. 

       What exactly did Taehyung tell him about me? 

        "Yes… that's me." I don't feel ashamed or guilty. I just feel uncomfortable. 

       Jin should be back by now with the coke… 

     Namjoon notices how I continuously glance towards the kitchen, and he chuckles, like he finds my discomfort funny. 

     "Forgive me if I'm being rude or if I'm prying," he repeats "but Taehyung is my little brother, so… I need to make sure he's making the right friends." He tells me, finally dropping his piercing gaze and instead settling for a calm one. 

     The tension in my shoulders doesn't loosen, but at least I can hold his gaze without breaking it. 

     (I always believed that anyone who is able to make me feel even the slightest bit of timidity deserves an award. So although Namjoon makes me uncomfortable, I also respect the hell out of him.)

     "So you think I'm not the right friend for Taehyung." 

     Wouldn't be the first time I heard it. 

    Namjoon shrugs. "Eh, I have a horrible impression of you from Jungkook and Jimin, but a good one from Taehyung. I'm just trying to figure you out."

        Ah, so it was tiny dick Jimin who soiled my good name. 

      "So, why did you do it?" Namjoon asks. 

     "Do what?" I ask, then it clicks. "Oh, you mean dumping Jungkook then kissing him when he was taken?" 

    Namjoon nods, giving me a look that is neither hateful or filled with contempt. 

    He's just …interested? 

    "It's kind of complicated though." 

     "Feelings are always like that." Namjoon shrugs, sympathizing. Then he switches to serious mode again. "Just don't hurt Taehyung. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you two, but I see the way you look at each other."

    My mind halts. "What?" 

    How we look at each other? How do we look at each other? 

     How does he look at me? 

      And where is the coke? 

    "Oh, yall haven't figured it out yet. Cute." Namjoon smiles and I take notice of his dimples. 

      "I'll figure you out later. Jin's probably figured out where I hid the key to the fridge by now. Nice chatting with ya. " 

     And then he gets up and leaves. Just like that. 

     Okay… 

     "Sorry Dami!" Taehyung booms. "Namjoon and Jin are doing this silent kitchen war shit and Namjoon hid the keys to the fridge. 미친 놈 [Crazy bastard] … 나만이 먹어 [I eat too] …" he mutters the last parts. 

       "Where is Namjoon? How can he leave when we're just getting to know you?" Jin puts his hands on his hips, looking frustrated. Adorable. 

       "It's fine. We talked already." 

      Taehyung drops the coke on the counter, along with a cup. "Oh? What did you two talk about?" 

      I look up at Taehyung. 

     And for the first time, I see it. 

     The way he stares at me isn't like Jungkook's or like any other guy I've been with or fucked. He doesn't look at me like I'm the most perfect thing he's ever seen or like I'm a trophy waiting to be won or a dessert made to be eaten. 

      He looks at me like he's just seeing me. Not Lola or a brown skinned beauty.

      He sees Damilola. 

     Realization dumps on me like a cold bucket of water on a hot day; sending chills up my spine yet warming me in ways that I can't even explain. 

     Taehyung has feelings for me. 

     "Oh, nothing really."

            "Wanna go upstairs? I wanna show you my sick music collection. Also, Jin is staring at me like some sort of proud father, it's creeping me out."

    This is… this is good. This was my plan, to get Taehyung to develop feelings for me so I could use him to ruin Jessica. 

      "Why not?" He beams at my reply, lacing his hands through mine and pulling me up. 

       This is good. 

      He leads me up the stairs, giving me time to study the shape of his hand in mine and how it just… fits. 

      This is—

     "Just don't hurt Taehyung." 

      This is not good. 

     I thought that once I got my plan in action everything would make sense again, but instead I'm left feeling more confused than I ever was before. 

Authors note

How dare I give such a boring chapter after such a long wait!!!

Oof sorry guys but the next few chapters gonna have some drama so I gotta just throw in a connector chapter or whatever you get me.