"Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

Taehyung looked frazzled for a split second but showed me his cute box-shaped smile nonetheless.

"Of course, love.", he said.

I entered his room and jumped onto the bed to lay down. I spread my arms and legs, getting myself comfortable.

"Your bed is so comfy.", I beamed, a satisfied grin on my face. Taehyung chuckled and laid down beside me to stare at the ceiling.

"Yeah, I get that a lot.", he said, making me frown.

I turned my head to look at him and he stared at me back, having that questioning gaze on his face.

"Why are you frowning?", he asked.

"What do you mean by you get that a lot? Who else have slept in your room?", my voice covered in jealousy.

Taehyung laughed.

"Oh, baby. You're the first woman to sleep on my bed.", he said and a blush threatened to spread across my cheeks.

He tucked my hair strands behind my ear, the slight action making my heart go crazy.

"Hey Tae.", I softly called, causing him to hum in response.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you all the questions I want to know about you?", I said. "I don't want to come across as a clingy and toxic girlfriend who dwells onto the past but there are so many things I want to know about you."

"Yeah, go ahead.", he smiled.

"So um. Tell me about your past relationships.", I bluntly said, causing him to laugh.

"Wow. You really are one straightforward woman.", he said and I let out a sheepish grin.

"Well, I'm Kang Minhee. My patience is almost non existent.", I shrugged. "So yeah, tell me everything~"

Taehyung cleared his throat.

"To what extent have you heard about my love life?", he asked.

"Hmm. After your debut you once answered that you had many girlfriends before because you didn't have the heart to reject their confessions."

"Oh! And also, there's this girl you liked at school and was going to confess on the phone but she didn't answer your call so you just moved on?", I answered.

"Yeah. That's it.", he said, making me furrow my brows.

"I don't think so.", I eyed him suspiciously.

"Shit. You caught me.", he laughed, causing me to scoff. Taehyung took a deep breath.

"So um. You might think this sounds crazy.", he started. "And it is crazy indeed.", he said and I nodded as I listened carefully.

"When we had Love Yourself world tour in London back in 2019, I had a huge crush on this waitress I met at a steak restaurant.", he trailed.

"Woah. In London? Which restaurant? I think I might know.", I said.

"Flat Iron...", he answered and I gasped.

"I used to work part-time there!"

"Imm hmm. Doesn't it ring a bell?", he hinted.

"Ring what?", I furrowed my brows.

"Do you remember a certain paper airplane?", he said and my eyes widened.

"No way..."

________

Five years ago,

London: October 2019,

It was my first week working in a restaurant. I knew it was going to be tiring but I needed the money to support my accommodation fees.

Growing up in a mansion and being a daughter of the owner of SAMSUNG, working as a waitress was very overwhelming for me.

Everything was new to me and the staffs hated me for not being able to do things right.

But I was trying my best. I was really trying my best.

"Is this meat or am I eating a fucking rubber?! How is this Medium well?! It's fucking rare!", the man shouted, making me flinch.

"But sir, you ordered medium rare-"

"Were you deaf or something?! I fucking ordered medium well! Now, get me a new steak!", the man angrily said.

"You almost even finish your dish, sir. How can you ask for a new one only when there's about two bites left on your plate?", I scoffed.

I may be slow at other things but I'm never wrong with my memorizing skills.

THIS CUSTOMER FUCKING ORDERED MEDIUM RARE.

"Now, its my fault? Are you telling me that I'm lying to you for a new damn steak?! I have enough money to even buy this whole restaurant, young miss! It was probably your fucking English! You're Asian after all!"

Now, he's being racist I-

"Fuck that. I'm posting this on facebook-"

My manager stepped in and apologized the customer for my actions. I wanted to scream and stop her from apologizing because that man was clearly scamming us!

When he left, she scolded me. She scolded me for not getting anything right. She blamed that it was all my fault for not listening clearly to what the customer ordered.

It was already 10pm when I got off work. I walked by the Thames River near Tower Bridge as it was on the way to my accommodation.

I grabbed a canned coffee from one of the vending machines and stood beside the rails as I stared at the view, letting the night breeze hit my skin.

The feeling in my chest started becoming heavier and I broke. I broke right there as I cried into loud ugly sobs.

"FUCK YOU! MY ENGLISH IS FINE YOU BALD HEADED OLD GEEZER! I PASSED THE IELTS WITH A BAND SCORE OF 8.5!", I shouted out loud.

Thank god no one was there.

"AND YOU FUCKING MANAGER! I MAY WASH THE DISHES AS SLOW AS A SNAIL BUT I CAN EVEN MEMORIZE YOUR WHOLE ASS FAMILY TREE IN THREE SECONDS!", I screamed like a lunatic.

As I was about to let out a sigh of relief, I got a notification from my uni email. I opened the mail and saw the briefing of three more projects.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I felt thrice pressured.

"FUCK YOU ART TUTORS! DO YOU FUCKING THINK STUDENTS ARE ROBOTS?! THE PROJECT DURATION IS SHORTER THAN A MOTH'S LIFE SPAN. HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FINISH THIS SHIT ON TIME?!", I shrieked.

Taking an art course, it's easy to pass but it isn't easy to get high marks. My goal is to get scholarship throughout the whole three years of my study. I felt so suffocated with all the school and work pressure.

"I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO GO TO BTS CONCERT EVEN WHEN THEY'RE HERE BECAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD THE TICKET AND TIME! FUCK YOU ALL! I'M TRYING MY BEST HERE TOO AND YOU ALL JUST HAVE TO MAKE IT WORSE!", I cried.

As I was about to cry more, a paper airplane flew at my direction, startling me. I grabbed it and saw a small text on its left wing.

"Unfold the paper to see what's inside!"

I furrowed my brows for a second but unfolded it nonetheless. I then saw a letter written in korean.

"Hello!

I'm your guardian angel sent from heaven! I heard your cries and I'm here comfort you <3
Yes, that man at the steakhouse is a big fat ugly liar! your english is more than fine and you heard it correctly~

you're working there for money, eh? keep doing what u're doing! make the stupid manager understand ur worth. to the point that she'd cry when u quit ur job after uni ^_<

and, trust me. you will finish ur projects on time and pass with flying colors! you're a girl who passed the ielts with 8.5, huh? you will manage!! keep going! hwaiting!!! ^.^

also, trust me. you'll get to see BTS one day <3

from your lovely,
guardian angel"

______

"That was you?! That letter was from you?!", I gasped, eyes wide.

Taehyung let out a sheepish smile. "Yeah. I was chilling at one of the benches beside the Thames River and suddenly heard a girl screaming in Korean.", he chuckled.

"Oh my god. I'm all embarrassed now. I genuinely believed that the note was from my guardian angel...", I mumbled shy. Then a certain thought crossed my mind.

"Wait. How did you know that bald old customer was lying?", I questioned.

"Well, I happened to be sitting at the table beside his. So I heard everything. He legit said medium rare.", he rolled his eyes.

"I know right!", I agreed. "Ugh. Sucks though! I was upset over the fact that I couldn't go to your concert. Turns out my bias came to the restaurant I was working and I didn't even notice you.", I pouted.

Taehyung laughed. "My table was served by another waiter. And the lighting was pretty dark in there and the restaurant was packed with many customers that time. Of course, you wouldn't notice.", he kissed the pout off my lips, making me giggle.

"Anyways! Thank you so much, Taehyung! Your letter really helped me get through the day. It made me feel a LOT better. Also, good news! The manager cried when I quitted the job.", I proudly said and he pulled my cheeks, a big smile on his lips.

"So proud of you, little one.", he said, making me laugh.

"I feel like we're destined to be together, Kang Minhee.", he said in a serious tone and reached forward. "I met you at the steakhouse for the first time. The second time beside the Thames River. Four years later, I met you on the plane. Are we fated?", he whispered against my lips.

"Perhaps we are.", I softly answered and pressed my lips against his as I started kissing him.

I felt Taehyung's hand snaked around my waist and he hummed into the kiss, everything went oddly quiet.

Minutes passed by and we were kissing like crazy. Taehyung was trying to be gentle but that vocabulary did not exist in my dictionary at that moment.

I slipped my tongue inside his mouth, a demanding behavior. My fingers gripped his hair and pulled him closer. Taehyung groaned at my touch.

I licked his bottom lip, making the kiss warm and wet. Taehyung let out a soft gasp when my hand trailed down from his toned chest to his pants.

He broke away the kiss and stared at me with starry eyes, lips swollen and hair tousled.

"Minhee, if you keep doing this, I don't think I'll be able to control myself.", he let out breathless.

"Then don't.", I softly said and his eyes widened.

"But you're scared-"

"Taehyung, do you love me?", I batted my lashes.

"Yes.", he answered in an instant.

"Then fuck me.", I whispered against his lips.

"Absolutely."

_______

[ a/n: it went from "UwU to 🥵" real quick 😂 anyways, tae really went to flat iron and tower bridge in london hehe 🥳 i didnt see him there and stuffs but it made me happy bc he visited my fav places in london. ]