SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

17 - Surprise

We had now been playing this for a while, I wasn't sure exactly how long but the sun had just tucked itself behind the horizon and the sky was transitioning into that cool and bitter blue.

The room which I had now settled comfortably into was a lot warmer, the golden lighting that bounced of the beige walls made me sleepy, and provided a security from the nipping cold of the night.

Taehyung and me were actually getting on surprisingly well, for a competitive game we hadn't argued at all, we were just teasing.

Mostly on his part as unfortunately he seemed to be winning a lot of the cups.

In fact, he had one every one so far, we almost came to a tie in one but but he managed to beat me at the last minute.

But currently, I was very determined and confident, this was the last race of the four we had played so far and I was ahead. I was needy to win at least one of the races and this was my chance.

We were so close to finishing, the last lap was announced.

"You know, you might actually win this." Taehyung spoke from beside me, you would think that he would be sour about it but he seemed pretty happy for me. I didn't want to let myself down with the obvious, but I could tell that he wasn't purposely keeping behind, you don't go from passing the finish line with time to spare on every race to then failing on the last cup.

My heart was warm at the thought, he was a gentlemen deep down and we both knew just neither of us would admit it.

"Yeah I hope." I stammer in full concentration, biting down on my bottom lip.

But then as if the nintendo gods had planned out my failure in advance, a blue shell snuck up behind me all of a sudden and hit me right in the middle of a jump, a jump across a river or scolding lava. Perfect.

Lakitu pulled me up from his little cloud and placed me back onto the track, everyone passed and I watched my place shoot down from 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th.. 9th.

I stared at the screen with a dropped jaw and turned to Taehyung. He smiled at me, laughing at my misfortune and looked towards my hands barely holding the remote. 

His face held a look of contemplation, fast thinking.

That was when he took my controller from my hand and traded it with his own, he immediately started playing again before I could even react.

He was going to win it for me?

I broke into a grin, it felt awkward trying to hide it as it was obviously there and then I continued racing as Yoshi, glimpsing at his side of the screen to see that he was already almost in 3rd place.

The race continued with this extensive feeling of admiration in my bones, he wasn't supposed to be like this, Taehyung was supposed to be the way he was supposed to be..

This was a new side, and I hated it because I liked it so much.

There was a short amount of time before Taehyung passed the finish line with 1st place, and I passed with 5th.

He turned to look at me, handing me the remote and licking his bottom lip with the smuggest expression.

"That's how you do it, princess." He smiled, speaking sarcastically as he pushed his intertwined hands out in front of his and cracking his knuckles.

And he was back.

"I was just short on practice that's all." I huffed back, intending on sticking with this childish conversation.

"Unlike you, I don't need practice, i'm a born natural." He replied, stretching his arms up and placing them along the back of the couch tiredly.

"Right, whatever you say."