▲: how our muses first met.
It was unexpectedly pleasant to meet the other male. How unprepared to be close to an idol such as him. The first couple of minutes were avoided, eyes trailing to one direction then somewhere else in seconds. Not wanting to appear as if she was curious about the male near by but she was oblivious at first. She doesn’t place idols higher than her, nor lower. Treating them like complete human beings because that’s what they are and always will be.
❝You..❞ She trails off, finding it merely impossible to talk because in the corner of her eye she sees it. The fangirls, they weren’t invading his space while they were both here waiting patiently for someone to pick them up. It’s unusual, having groups and crowds of people being a couple feet away to gawk at your existence. Then again, Hana had to experience that back in high school.
Taehyung didn’t realize someone was speaking to her. Especially that calmly then again, he wouldn’t have a single clue from right from down right creepy. Simply having that gleeful smile when minding his own business and having his eyes trail towards the front, humming a tune before removing one of his headphones to focus on the company that was right there. ❝Me?❞
Hana keeps staring, she doesn’t mean to but that voice. Must have been love at first -- hearing? She thinks he’s appealing in the eye, which would explain the fans but the way that simple one word just falls right out makes her practically become speechless. ❝Your voice. Holy shit.❞
He was a little uncertain if she speaks like that naturally, he isn’t surrounded by women all the time. Except for the Noona’s who would style his hair and pick out article of clothing as well. Other than that, he’s stuck in the dorm or practice with the members. ❝Is there something wrong?❞ Slightly concerned by her reaction, brows furrowing in the center with his teeth sinking into his lower lip. He’s used to hearing this, something similar. The astonished reaction because his voice doesn’t match his appearance. Taehyung’s still trying to figure out whether it’s a bad thing or not ( which isn’t, honestly ).
❝No, no. Your voice--❞ Describing it was a challenge, trying to figure out what to say to him without making him uncomfortable. Words, pick words, she muses silently. ❝It’s nice.❞ Alluring, is perfection counting as a way to explain it? The guy probably hears it too much from his fans, there was no reason to repeat it.
That’s all. And when he processes her compliment, vague but on point to what she felt. He couldn’t help but chuckle lowly, feet lightly kicking the air before it was crossed over the other. Peering over at the other woman, one who he hasn’t seen around until now and he murmurs a quick ‘thank you,’ underneath his breath.
After ten minutes, sharing quick conversations that would lead to one topic then another. Gathering the details that he really was that odd one in the boy group she hears over and over again from friends. And herself, was simply ordinary or well to his eyes but there’s a glint in his eyes and a wide smile on his lips that tells her the complete opposite. The device he held to call one of his Hyung’s asking where he was, Hana lifts a hand up with fingers wiggling and when he gives it to her.
Dialing her number for him to save and there it was, her ride briefly parked on the side for her to settle into. ❝Oh, look at that. Time’s up!❞ She chirps, placing his phone back into his palm. Couple steps down the stairs and she waves a hand out to say farewell, Taehyung wasn’t too sure whether to mirror or say ‘goodbye’ but he ends up following her action. ❝By the way, the name’s Hana!❞
❝Hana.❞ Eyes dropping to the screen of his phone, checking his contact list for her name. ❝Hana Lee.❞ He muttered, making sure to type in a message for her to receive by the time she’s inside of the vehicle.
