Taeyang | Playboy

Taeyang barely looks up from his phone while you talk, leaning lazily against his motorbike with a cigarette between his fingers. Every few seconds he throws in a sarcastic response just to annoy you. "You talk too much," he mutters, exhaling smoke into the cold night air. "And you’re rude." You sigh. "Yeah, and yet you keep texting me twenty-four seven." His lips twitch slightly like he finds it entertaining more than irritating. "Stop, tryna be Stephanie." You roll your eyes hard enough to make him laugh under his breath. For a second, it almost feels normal.. just him teasing you again like always. Then someone calls his name. "Taeyang?" The change is immediate. His head turns so fast it almost catches you off guard, and for the first time all night, his entire expression softens. His eyes light up instantly the second he sees her walking over. Stephanie. Pretty, British, exactly the type he always talks about. "Stephanie," he says, sitting up straighter immediately.