[ a/n: many of u readers mentioned that yall wanna get to know me. i used to display my instagram username on my bio but i thought it was too personal hehe. so every chapter, i'll reveal one random fact about me! as a starter, i have short purple hair guys! you can see it on my profile pic (; ]

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"You're so beautiful."

My inhuman heartbeat was killing me. I clutched onto the sides of the white dress, my eyes solely on the man sitting in front of me.

His gaze was so enchanting and dreamy that I couldn't help but let myself drown in those dark brown orbs of his.

I could feel my heart tingling. My nose is tingling—

"HACHOO.", I sneezed right at his face, causing his lips to pressed together into a straight line, eyes shut.

My eyes gone wide, afraid that he'd be angry with me.

"God, I am so sor— HACHOO.", I sneezed again, but this time I managed to cover my mouth with my hands.

My nose was feeling terrible. The itchiness wouldn't go away and I just kept wanting to sneeze.

"What is wrong— HACHOO.", I sneezed again and I could feel myself running out of breath.

"Minhee, oh my god. Are you okay?", he looked at me with wide eyes. I couldn't even respond to him as I kept sneezing continuously.

Taehyung didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to do. Heck, I don't even what is wrong with me.

Due to my vigorous sneezing, one of the flower petals from the headband fell off my head, catching our attentions.

"I think I have hay fever—"

"I think you have hay fever—"

We both said at the same time, causing us to laugh in unison. Of course, my sneezing had to ruin it.

[ Hay Fever: An allergy caused by pollen or dust in which the mucous membranes of the eyes and nose are inflamed, causing running at the nose and watery eyes. ]

Taehyung then left the continuous sneezing me in the car and ran to the nearest pharmacy to get me some nasal drops. Of course, he immediately threw away the flower headband and kept apologizing me, blaming himself that he's the cause to this. And I had to assure him that this isn't his fault.

I mean, I don't usually get hay fever. I am not a weak person. I guess sleepless nights and work stress affected my health.

After a few minutes, Taehyung came inside the car, his breath uneven and had nasal drop in his hand.

"Here.", he said, a bit out of breath. I saw a bit of sweat forming on his forehead which made me frown.

"Did you run all the way from there to here?", I asked. "No. No. It's fine. You use the nasal drop first—"

"What?! It's not fine! You didn't have to— HACHOO.", I sneezed again and he started laughing while I glared at him.

"And this is exactly why I ran, young miss. Hurry and use the nasal drop already.", he said, smiling and I huffed, looking away.

I used the nasal drops and found myself less sneezing, the irritation in my nose feeling much better.

I laid my back against the car seat, feeling out of breath from all the sneezing and finally able to breathe a bit better.

"Feeling better?", he asked and I nodded, staring into a blank space.

"Maybe we can change the photoshoot to next week again. You aren't in your best condition.", he said.

His words made me immediately looked at him with my scrunched brows. "I am alright now. We can do it today.", I said.

"But you are feeling tired and you need some proper rest. It's not good to push yourself to the edge you know?", he sighed, looking at me with worried eyes.

"I am not pushing myself to the edge, Taehyung. I really am alright.", I assured.

"My photoshoot isn't even that important. I mean we can meet up next weekend again and do it.", he said and I shook my head, causing him to sigh.

"I have to keep my word—"

"Minhee.", his large hands cupped my cheeks, causing me to face him. I gulped at the closeness. We were staring into each other's eyes and I could practically feel his breath fanning against my bare shoulders as I was wearing an off shoulder dress.

"Please. Nothing else is more important than your own health.", he softly said.

"But I promised you...", I squeaked and I had no idea why I was speaking to him in such way. I feel so powerless whenever he looks into my eyes.

"But you're not feeling well, my love.", he said and my breath hitched. My love.

"To me, your health is very important. I don't want to see you feeling unwell by any means. You have work too. You don't wanna fall ill, do you?", he whispered.

I didn't really hear him properly. All I could hear was my love on repeat. I shook my head and he smiled.

"We're heading back today, yeah? I'll drop you off at your place.", he said and I nodded.

"Good girl.", he ruffled my hair and pulled away.

I didn't know that I was holding my breath until he moved away from me. My heart was beating so frantically inside my chest in such an unexplainable way.

He's my bias so it's normal for me to feel this way. But...

Is this how he should treat a fan too?