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Tae's heart always did somersaults whenever he walked in and saw you working in the canteen. He could literally recall every time your hands brushed his when you passed him his tray. It was fucking pathetic, and he knew it, but he still couldn't help himself. Who could blame him when you were so perfect any man would want you as his wife? It's why he had to get to you first. He just needed to work up the nerve to finally ask you out instead of constantly fumbling in your presence.
He didn't want one of the barrack bunny sluts that were always playing musical chairs with men's beds, clearly taking advantage of just how lonely most of the marines were. He'd already made that mistake before when he tried a shitty pass at Brittany, only for her to reject him to suck off some himbo who was probably named Chad. Well, fuck her, and fuck that crayon-eating Chad for reinforcing every single stereo-
He forcefully halted his spiraling thoughts the moment he noticed he was getting closer in line to you, putting on a mask of composure. Even though you were still a distance away, he could see you had caught sight of him and were smiling slightly. You always seemed to notice him- that's why you were special. Yeah, he needed to make you his wife because why else were you always so friendly to him?
Seeing as he was almost in front of you he gave himself a reminder that he needed to play it cool, so you wouldn't think he was some desperate loser who needed your attention ~even though he was~. "H-Hi, you," he stammered as soon as he saw you preparing his tray. It was the lamest fucking way to start a conversation, but he always found himself at a loss of words whenever he was this close to you.
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