SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

4 - Hold still

I could feel his warmth radiating from behind me. It sent chills shooting up my spine, scattering goosebumps up my neck.

The man grasping onto me glared at the man standing behind me. His hold around my wrist tightened, nails digging into my skin. It made me take a sharp breath, not wanting to come across as weak to whoever this man was. 

After testing my pain tolerance he let go of me. 

"Now get out of here." Taehyung said deeply as I stroked my wrist with my other hand. I watched the man scurry away, pissed but slightly scared. Taehyung wasn't that scary, but i'm glad he was there.

I was nervous however. 

He was intimidating and I wasn't even facing him. I quickly turned to face him but knocked something in his hand in the process. 

It was his drink, which was now dripping down his white top.

"Fuck sake." He grunted, peeling the wet material from his chest.

He was wearing one of the school's bomber varsity jackets, his top tucked into his black tight jeans and Dr. Martens to finish it off. But now wasn't the time to be acknowledging his outfit. 

"Oh- sorry I didn't mea-"

"I know, I know." He sighed frustratedly, flicking his hands to rid them of his drink. He slowly looked up at me, curious as to why I went silent all of a sudden. I watched his eyes widen.

"Your lip.." He pointed to his own, pink, full lips to where the cut would be if it was on him. I knew it was bleeding I just didn't know it was that noticeable. I was starting to worry about me looking like more of an idiot than I already did, and it was the drip of blood that left my lip and dropped onto the floor which sent me into full embarrassment. 

I was standing there with blood dripping down my fucking chin, worst part was I looked completely oblivious to it.

"Was it him." He stated bluntly, he looked angrier than he did 2 seconds ago. 

"What, no, no it wasn't." 

I felt quite ashamed, I got this because I started a physical fight with a girl, and for all I know there could still be a fight going on right now, Alana was ruthless so I wouldn't be surprised. 

"Hm." Taehyung looked at me, I could see the assumptions running through his mind.

"Come." He spoke, heading into the kitchen. I followed after him and took a seat at one of the barstools behind the kitchen island. This house just kept getting bigger.

He reached up to a high cupboard and pulled out a medical box. He must have been here before to know where stuff is.

"Are you a friend of Kiran's?" I asked hesitantly, we hadn't spoke since being moved apart in Music class so i'm not sure if he would involve himself in a conversation with me.

He didn't answer for a little while, he was rummaging around, pulling out a bottle and a couple packets of something. It wasn't until he sat next to me, placing his hand full of equipment on the counter top that he answered.

"We grew up together, I live next door." 

Lived next door? What, as in, one of the multiple mansions hidden away in this undiscovered part of town.

"Hold still, this is gonna hurt."

He wet a cotton pad with some liquid, moving it towards my open cut. I was surprised he was getting so close so easily, didn't we have a grudge against each other? 

As the cold substance made contact with my lip, I flinched, the jagged pain shot through me with a striking sting. I inhaled through my teeth, making a 'hissing' sound.