SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

39 - Make-up

I got off of Jimin's lap and fixed my hair as an unconscious reaction to my flustered heart beat. 

"Seriously, go talk to him whilst he's all obsessive and jealous." Jimin pushed, talking through his teeth.

"I can't just go up to him." I retorted, lost on what to do as everyone else minded their own conversations, leaving me and Jimin to procrastinate in private.

He bit his bottom lip as his eyes danced around, looking for a reason to go and talk to Taehyung.

"Oh-" 

He jumped off of his seat and went into his tent, taking out two plastic bags.

"Here, these are yours and Taehyung's pyjamas, just say that you were going to change into them in the toilet block and give him his on the way." He spoke, handing me the bags, soft and plushy, like plastic pillows.

"Right, and you're sure he's not in his car taking the call or something." I double checked.

"Yes, I watched him go off in that direction." He pointed, the same way as the toilet block conveniently enough. 

I stifled, thinking about how he could treat me, I had a better image of this conversation going down in the day, where it was nice and sunny, when we had nothing to hold against each other. 

But now, I was about to go find him after he watched me sit on his best friends lap and get closer than probably necessary. 

"Stop overthinking it, just go." He smiled, pushing me along with a friendly, yet urgent hand, forcing me from the warm glow off the fire, to the cold and melancholy outskirts. 

I started to walk forwards and through the maze of black and expensive cars,  briefly looking back to Jimin who wore a supportive and confident smile before my sight was blocked by one of the vehicles.

Jesus fucking christ.

I felt my legs turn to jelly as I spotted a Taehyung-like silhouette ahead.

My pace got slower, slow enough to stop, but that was when the figure turned around to see who was lingering nearby, and it would be weird if I was just standing there watching him, so I continued walking ahead.

"Taehyung?" I hesitantly called out.

As I came closer, I was able to make out his facial features, and sure enough it was him.

He didn't say anything, instead, he just looked down at me as I came closer, then back to the phone screen which lit up in his hand.

I got lost for a second, my head went to fog as I tried to search for the made up reason for actually finding him in the first place.

I looked down to my hands and spotted the bags I forgot that is was holding.

"Oh- these are yours, from Jimin." I held the right bag for him, looking at my hand, slightly shaky, although his gaze didn't budge from looking at my face.

I slowly started to hide my head down as blush scattered across my nose and over my cheeks. 

He eventually took the bag from me, his hand only just brushing mine as he did so. 

It shot a feeling of paralysis through my entire skeleton, like under his touch I was clueless on how to move or act, the contact from his hand alone was enough to distract me from how to move my limbs.

"Thanks." He pushed, cold as ever.

I nodded and took an awkward step back, fiddling with my hands.