You didn't know why you agreed.

You were sitting on his couch, and he brought you his clothes to wear again.

"Wear them"

"There's no need, I didn't even brought you back your previous clothes... I left wearing them last time"

"It's okay. You're in my house now, so my rules. Wear the clothes."

You sighed and took them, walking to the bathroom to change. You didn't have the energy to disagree. Wearing his clothes made you feel warm, like someone was hugging you, but you would never admit that.

They even smelled like him.

You walked outside, the moment he finished cooking dinner. You stood there for a while, looking at him.

Was he always living this way? Alone in a huge house? He seemed glad to have another person here.

Your heart was beating louder the more you had him in your vision.

You remembered how he embraced you when you were crying. He didn't just stand there, but he brought you home, treating you dinner, giving you his clothes, offering you to stay tonight with him again. All because he saw you didn't feel good.

What side of Taehyung was this? Behaving this way could either make you more suspicious, or make you like him more. Or both. And both were troublesome.

"I'm so good looking you can't take your eyes off me?" he joked and brought you back to reality.

You were literally staring at him the whole time.

"... No... I'm just thinking I'm... I'm greatful for today. And... I don't know" you murmured and he approached you.

Now it was his turn to observe you, from head to toes. Even the thought was making you blush. His eyes were all over you, looking carefully, and he put a soft smile on his face.

"You know, they don't look weird on you at all, maybe because you usually wear male clothes, so I'm used to it. Don't be so stiff, we've spent a lot of time with each other lately. Feel comfortable around me"

"So easy to say..." you replied and he raised and eyebrow

Even that move of his was hot as hell.

"Let's eat" he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the table.

He was so weird. He could be so sweet, he could be so bossy, so caring and so cold. He was so mysterious, it was driving you crazy.

You were eating in silence, you were avoiding his gaze, you were staring at your plate but you could always feel when he had his eyes on you.

"Why were you crying?" he asked suddenly, and you ignored him.

You kept eating.

"Why do you work so hard?" he asked again, and you ignored him again. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you, I'm ignoring your questions" you answered and heard a loud noise as he put his fork down to the table.

"Then why are you not looking at me?!"

He sounded angry, even hurt. You slowly raised your head, locking eyes with him.

He softened as soon as he saw your eyes.

"You don't trust me? Are you afraid of me?"

Afraid of liking you more than I should. Of being hurt by that. But why does it matter. Everything in my life hurts right now. Even my body.

"I can only judge based on what I see, Taehyung. I saw you making fun of me, asking me for favors, helping you with your crush only to reject her in the end, while ignoring me in public, but now youre okay to hug me or to dance with me, to be seen with me. You even offered me to work for you. You're changing your behavior the whole time and now I'm in your house wearing your clothes, eating with you, and I have no idea who you are and what do you want from me. What can I trust? "

You didn't think about it, just wanted to be honest with him. You were so irritated with everything in your life, you needed to be straightforward with him.

He didn't say anything for a while. Did you hurt him? You couldn't tell, he seemed to process many things in his head.

He stood up. He picked up his phone.

Music started playing from the speakers that were somewhere in the room.

He came closer to you, taking your hand, dragging you so that you fell in his embrace once again.

He whispered to your ear, sending shivers to your spine.

"What to trust, huh? The last time I checked, dear Y/N, you trusted yourself in my hands when you were drunk. Today, as soon as I whispered to your ear, you stopped being nervous at the dance, and you just danced as if it was just the two of us. You said some mean things about me - that might be true - but you're weird yourself. If you feel that way about me, why are you here? You do not work at the maid Cafe anymore, I don't have anything against you. But here you are. By your own will. Even now, you could push me away, but you don't. Deep inside, you trust me. And you're comfortable around me. You let me in your house and cried in my arms."

You were dumbfounded.

He really made you unable to say any word, or to even think of any word.

"Now, how about we dance?"

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A/Y: Longer than usual, I couldn't help it, hope you like it ♥️