Unnamed || KSJ

Chapter 6

Taehyung washed his hands, while I made my way to the bedroom. But unfortunately, I didn't make it. I felt water sprinkle on my back. I turned around and saw Taehyung smirking at me. Okay, I've had enough. I went to the sink and got two hands full of water and drenched Taehyung. But boy was he angry.

He opened the sink and I ran. I quickly entered the bedroom, but Taehyung was right on my heels, so I didn't manage to lock the door. I was on one side of the bed and Taehyung was on the other. We ran around the bed for some time, and he couldn't catch me.

I was smiling at him when he pushed the bed and I lost my balance. Before I could get up, Taehyung got to me and climbed on top of me. He opened a full WATER BOTTLE and let the whole water fall in my face. He stuck his tongue out at me, and I frowned.

"Oops. The floor's wet now. Wonder who's gonna clean up..." he smirked.

"Some guy starting from Tae," I replied and went to the bathroom. My hair, my face, and my shirt were all drenched. Come on now!! He started it!!! I dried my face with a towel and got out. I was going towards the kitchen when I slipped. Hard. I tried getting up, but I slipped again. Oil.

"KIM TAEHYUNG!!!"

I heard him giggle as he appeared in front of me.

" You're gonna pay for this."

"If you can get up," he said rolling on the floor, laughing his butt off. But I grabbed his ear and twisted it. He whined in pain.

"Clean this up. NOW," I ordered, and for the next 15 minutes, I peacefully watched Taehyung clean the floor with a rug. I then again went to the bathroom to wash my feet, when I heard a scream.

"AAAAAAAAARRRGGGG!!!!"

I ran towards the garden, where I thought I heard the scream. But not before grabbing one of Taehyung's cricket bats and badminton racket on my hands.

"What? Where? Why? How? Taehyung...?"

Taehyung came to me running as if wolves were chasing him.

"Get it away. GET IT AWAY!!!" he yelled in the most innocent voice I've ever heard of him.

"Get what away?"

"THAT!" he pointed at a snail inside a flower pot. I rolled my eyes, gave the weapons to Taehyung, and grabbed the snail by its shell. The cute thing got scared and hid inside the shell.

"You're scared of this?" I smirked and brought it close to his face.

"YAAAA!! Don't do it you—ouch." He had lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Fine. At least I know your weakness now," I said and went out the gate to the street. I carefully placed the snail on the grass and came back in.

I saw Taehyung stumble back into the house.

"Don't go out. Now, help me with setting Taeyeong's bed. Then we move on to the little stuff," I said and grabbed his hand. But he hissed and I let go. I got suspicious and grabbed his arm and took a look at his hand. Taehyung was hesitating but I'm not letting go.

His palm had some scars and his wrist was sort of bleeding.

"You got hurt, didn't you?"

"No..." he softly replied, taking his away.

"Sit here on the couch. I'll be right back. DON'T go anywhere." I ran out of the house and went to Taehyung's old house. I quickly grabbed the first aid kit and ran back in. Taehyung was there on the couch, staring at the scars.