SeVen Uncaged

10: Too Many Prefer Gentle Lies to Hard Truths

Trust;

/trəst/

noun:

Something hard to achieve but easy as hell to lose

After the shit-show at the grocery store, and the blow up with Taehyung, things finally settled to a calm lull with everyone on their best behavior for the remainder of the trip; a much needed reprieve for your sanity.

The tiger remained sullen, a permanent pout etched into his face as you boxed up and paid for a simple pair of shoes in his size before he ultimately ignored your existence. You supposed you shouldn’t have pushed him the way you had, even if it wasn’t exactly for no reason..

Sighing to yourself, you pulled into the garage, idly searching for an available spot before killing the engine and sliding the key from the ignition like a physical representation of your soul leaving your body from exhaustion. It was a strange feeling, everyone being so quiet. You at least expected a little commentary from the noisier ones about finally being home. Instead, you only heard the back doors open then the shuffling of bodies. 

Dragging yourself from the car, you hobbled around to pop the trunk, plucking up bags from the compartment with the very last of your energy. When your arms were full, Seokjin gently nudged you out of the way, grabbing what was left with Jimin’s help while you shyly stood back, giving a nod in thanks.

“Why don’t you let me put things away while you relax for a while,” Seokjiin suggested quietly, watching you struggle with the lock to your apartment.

Frazzled, you let out a huff at the click of your lock finally shifting out of place, letting you open the door. “Yeah.. thank you.”

Handful of bags on the floor, you left the rest to your cheetah and retreated to your room where you locked yourself in, stumbling over Taehyung’s mess on your way to your crooked mattress. You took your first real breath, inhaling the familiar linen scent of your sheets as you collapsed over them. Comfort, stability, two things that you hadn’t realized you were lacking since that fateful phone call. It all felt like a race to an end you couldn’t predict.

Mind falling blank, you squeezed your pillow and buried your face into its welcoming plush. Before you knew it, the golden hues from outside your eyelids began to fade out, dancing into specs of purples and browns until only black remained, evidently turning a small break into an accidental nap.

Deep orange rays of light beamed in through lace curtains, casting patterns across your eyes when you woke to a faint knock shattering the tranquility of your room, drawing the rest of your aching body back to reality as you begrudgingly lifted yourself up from the sanctuary of warm bedding. A peek at the window showed the sun began to set, making you wonder just how long you were out as you made your way to the door.

You expected to find Seokjin, annoyed that you hadn’t come out in a while, or Jimin begging for attention, so you couldn’t help gaping like a mindless fish as you came face to face with Hoseok, heart picking up a pace with hopeful curiosity.

"Hoseok? Everything alright?” After a moment’s consideration, you wondered if another fight had broken out or some other kind of trouble.