Kim Taehyung ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

Taehyung was a famous, renowned, and much-admired poet. He started writing at a young age, and his friends encouraged him to begin publishing his poems online. His friends were right; in the blink of an eye, he rose to fame. He had many fans who admired the way his soul spoke; it was beautiful.
You, on the other hand, worked at a cafe. You didn't know it, but your boss decided to lend the cafe to the writer for an autograph signing. You hated that day. In one way or another, you hated Taehyung. You hated the way he made everyone see the world as rosy and beautiful when it wasn't. But after the signing, Taehyung asked your boss for your number. While you hated him, he seemed to be charmed by you.
Taehyung pretended to be a customer at the cafe and lied, saying he found your number on social media. He clearly didn't tell you who he was; to you, he was a stranger with whom you strangely became friends. He talked to you almost every day, and it was mutual to share your routines. Taehyung didn't know you hated him, but when his name occasionally came up in conversations, you responded passive-aggressively, and that's how he knew.
It was three in the morning. Since getting home from work, you'd only gone to bed to talk to your friend, who somehow made your life feel less miserable. You were in your pajamas, lying on your back, while he answered you. Your nose wrinkled when your friend brought up Taehyung.
"Did you see the picture Taehyung posted on his social media? Apparently, his back is as beautiful as his poems."
You just rolled your eyes and typed that he only posted pictures like that to provoke young girls and that he was totally immature. Behind the screen, Taehyung let out a dry chuckle in the darkness of his room at your guess as to why he'd posted that picture of his back with a few scratches.
"Do you really hate him that much without even knowing him, and you let yourself be swayed by what people say on social media?"