violent delights, bangtan

04. who's who?

Taehyung shut the door behind you and slammed your back against it, enclosing you between his arms. The smirk that had grazed his face earlier returned, and he tilted his head to look into your eyes. "Who are you?" His words were slurred as if he had been drinking, but there was no way for him to access any intoxicants inside of here.

Scoffing, you pushed him away from you with your free hand, earning a humorless chuckle from the very bold man in front of you. "I'm Y/N," you said. "You need to take your pills.""Oh," his shoulders slouched as you said your final words, a frown forming on his face. "You're a volunteer," he mumbled to himself, then turned around and took a seat on his bed.You didn't move from your spot, shocked at his sudden change in behavior and the way he had greeted you.

As the seconds ticked by, the silence in the room grew heavier. Taehyung's eyes flickered up to meet yours, a mischievous glint returning. "You know, you're the prettiest volunteer I've seen," he said, his tone low and teasing. "Maybe you can stay a while, keep me company."

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed slightly. "I'm here to do my job, not to entertain you," you replied, stepping closer to him with the tray of pills.

He leaned back on his elbows, his gaze never leaving yours. "Entertain me? Is that what you think I want?" His smirk widened, and he licked his lips slowly. "What if I just want to talk?""You seem to be doing plenty of that already," you muttered, holding out the small cup with the pills. "Here, take these."

Taehyung's fingers brushed against yours as he took the cup, his touch lingering a moment too long. "Your hands are shaking, Y/N," he observed, his voice softening. "Are you afraid of me?"You stiffened, quickly retracting your hand. "No, I'm not afraid of you," you lied, trying to steady your breath. "It's just... it's been a long day."

"Long day, huh?" He tilted his head, studying you intently. "Well, maybe I can make it a little more interesting."

Ignoring his comment, you handed him a glass of water. "Take your pills."

He chuckled, a deep sound that sent shivers down your spine. "As you wish," he said, finally taking the pills and washing them down with the water. He watched you the entire time, his eyes never wavering.

After he swallowed the last of the water, he set the glass down and smiled. "There, all done. Now, are you going to leave so soon?"

"I have other patients to see," you replied, trying to sound firm but feeling the tension in the room crackle like static.

Taehyung sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Such a shame. But I'll be here, waiting for your return."

You didn't respond, just turned on your heel and headed for the door. As you reached for the handle, he called out, "Don't forget about me, Y/N. I won't forget about you."

You paused for a second, then quickly left the room, the door clicking shut behind you. Once outside, you let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding. The encounter had left you unnerved, a mix of fear and curiosity swirling within you.You made your way down the corridor, trying to shake off the strange interaction. The next patient awaited, and you needed to focus.

Reaching the door of the next room, you glanced down at your empty hands and realized you had left the tray and the sheet of paper with V's records behind. Letting out a sigh, you muttered, "Fuck my life," and turned back.

Returning to Taehyung's door, you hesitated before twisting the doorknob open. Inside, he was sitting up on the bed, seemingly lost in thought. When he saw you, his eyes lit up with that same mischievous glint.

"Back already?" he asked, a playful lilt to his voice. "Missed me?"

"I forgot the tray and papers," you said, trying to keep your tone neutral. You walked over to the bed, quickly gathering the items.