Mine

Chapter 22

[A/N: Valentine's Special Update 2, I know its 2 days past already, but you know I have a tight schedule and its hard to make time for writing through it!]

Cherry tossed and turned under the covers, but no position seemed comfortable enough to lull her into sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his presence—Taehyung's voice still whispering against her skin, his scent still lingering in the coat now draped over her desk chair.

She groaned, burying her face into her pillow. Get out of my head.

But her mind wasn't listening.

She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, her heartbeat uneven. She wanted to scream at herself—why did she always turn into an idiot in front of him? There were so many things she wanted to say, so many comebacks she had prepared. Yet, the moment she stood before him, she forgot how to speak.

"Why do you let him do this to you?" her consciousness nagged.

"I don't" she whispered to the empty room.

Oh? Then what was that back there? The whole 'melting into his touch' thing? Or the way your heart stopped when he whispered in your ear?

She clenched her jaw, refusing to entertain the thought.

It was just the moment.

Right. The moment where you completely lost your ability to function because of him.

She grabbed her pillow and smacked it against her face, muffling a frustrated scream.

This wasn't normal. It couldn't be normal. She wasn't the type to get flustered this easily. And yet, just one look, one smirk, one whispered word from him, and she was reduced to nothing but a stuttering mess.

She exhaled deeply, staring at the ceiling once more.

Was she... attracted to him?

The thought sent a jolt through her body, her fingers tightening around the blanket.

No. It couldn't be!

She hated him. Didn't she?

She turned onto her side, curling up as her mind waged a relentless battle against itself.

Something crossed her mind.

Before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, fingers flying over the screen. Her eyes scanned through the list of contacts, slipping past names until she found it.

A simple tap. The phone started ringing.

Each second stretched unbearably long, and just as she considered hanging up—

A groggy, half-dead voice answered.

"Oh Lord—Cherry, it's three in the freaking morning! Do you have a death wish? What kind of psycho calls at this hour?"

She huffed, rolling onto her back. "I can't sleep, and you're snoring away like a pig."

Sophie groaned loudly on the other side. "Ugh, I was sleeping like an angel, actually. Until you decided to wake me up with your nonsense."

She ignored her. "I have a question."

There was a long yawn on the other side. "Oh God. This better not be one of your weird philosophical crises again. I swear if you're about to ask if cereal is a soup—"

"It's not about food!" Cherry snapped, rubbing her forehead. "It's just... a scenario I was thinking about."

There was a brief pause. "Okay, hit me."