Pretty Boy ??

Women.

You either gotta love them or hate them, because any way you want to see it, they'll somehow manage to make you do things you've never imagined doing. Within reason, of course.

Taehyun couldn't say for certain that he's been in a physical fight before, and the closest thing would probably be the altercations that him and his Bangtan hyungs would find themselves in when everyone's just had enough of everyone else's bullshit. That usually comes with the territory of living in a household of tired-out older guys with contracts that are practically enslaving them - but that was a story for another time.

It might be because he was exhausted from learning tricky choreography for an upcoming music video, or because he was intoxicated, but for the first time, Kim Taehyung felt releasing his anger and frustration and all other muddled red emotions in this way - punching this son of a bitch's face in - was so totally worth it. Also, he called him a little bitch, which was very rude of him to do so. He might not understand English too well, but he did know a select few of English words. And even if the guy hadn't said anything, Taehyung would have done something anyway since Min Jung didn't look too pleased to see him.

"Taehyung-ssi," she said, giving him a glass of water. "You didn't have to do that."

"He was being a dick." He gulped down the ice cold water. It was much needed, as the alcohol they had consumed earlier was wearing down, leaving his mouth dry.

Min Jung sighed, sitting down next to me on her couch. They took an Uber back to her apartment, seeing as Taehyung's company's rented AirBnb was way uptown and too far for affordable cab fare. For someone only staying in Los Angeles for a couple of months, she really managed to make the place look lived in. In the good way, of course.

"You really didn't have to," she said again. Min Jung placed her hand on top of his knee and squeezed it. "But thank you."

She took her hand away from Taehyung's knee, brushing slightly against his lap. Ahh. Cautiously, Taehyung took one of their throw pillows on their couch and placed it over his lap.

"You're welcome," he said. Think about your halmeoni.

"Are you hungry?" Min Jung asked him. "I have some leftovers in the refrigerator that I could heat up for you if you wanted to eat."

He told her no, staring into her eyes again. He's been doing that a lot lately since he first met her. She's got these big, perfect eyes. Albeit bloodshot from the alcohol tonight, they were pretty.

And that's when he fully looked at her. At the bars, where the lights were too dim, he could only make out the prominent features of her. She's got a nose, two eyes, a pair of lips? Good, everything seems to be in order.

But here at her place, where she had turned on the light in the main room, he could see more than the usual human facial features. Her face was soft and slender, her jaws slanting in narrowly to give her a small chin. Her light brown hair framed her face gently, resting just above her chest. Her chest -

Oh god. Think about your halmeoni, Taehyungnie.

Women.

All they had to do was pull their tops down just a tiiiny bit to show off a little bit of cleavage and you were immediately at their mercy.

It didn't help that Min Jung had a pretty face with nice, smooth skin and a slender body. She didn't look exactly like the girls that were manufactured to becoming idols – girls he saw everyday for work – but from the conversations they were having (although under the influence of alcohol), she seemed like a cool person to be around. And she's Korean.