Distorted Reflection ✓

S I X

Once Taehyung finally came home, he shut the door and rested against it, rubbing his forehead.

A yawn left his mouth as he stepped out of his shoes, putting his coat away and walking towards the kitchen.

As he waited for the coffee to brew once more, he stood in the darkness, since he didn't bother to flicker on the light.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little more awake. As if his gut was trying to tell him something.

He uneasily put his weight on his other leg while leaning against the counter, staring at particularly nothing.

An uneasy feeling swept through him, filling up the atmosphere.

He didn't know why, it just happened. For some reason he felt more awake than he did the last couple of weeks.

He silently took the cup of coffee, walking towards the living room and sitting down on the couch. He took a sip, trying to push away the feeling of his neckhairs standing upright, sweat beads forming on his head and his heart oh-so slowly starting to pump a little quicker.

'Don't act so idiotic. You've been sleeping terribly and barely eating, you're imagining things. Stop the bullshit.'

He held the warm cup in one hand on his lap, trying to warm up because of it. He rested his head backwards on the couch, closing his eyes for a moment.

After a few seconds, his eyes snapped open because of the sound of a door creaking open.

For unknown reasons his hands felt cold even though he held the warm coffee, as if a slight feeling of fear was forming in the lower pit of his stomach.

He ignored it. Or, tried.

For the next few seconds he thought he was purely making things up. He almost laughed at himself for being this ridiculous.

However, another creak refrained him from laughing, a frown on his face instead.

His hand reached for his phone in his back pocket. He turned on the screen, the light standing out in the darkness and revealing his face structure faintly.

Going to his contacts, he turned his phone on silent as he pressed on Jimin's number, praying that he'd pick up.

At the same time he turned on his flashlight of his device, knowing he had to turn around to see things for himself but not being able to actually do so.

He felt frozen in place, as he suddenly remembered Hoseok's words, the few sentences playing through his mind involuntarily.

Then the last few days creeped up on him. The wierd things he pushed away since he blamed himself for being so stressed.
And suddenly, it was as if something clicked. As if everything somehow made sense in the most irrational way ever.

But he didn't believe in such things. He never has, and he never will. As simple as that.

With that in mind, he slowly turned around, the light of his phone showing some objects in the darkness.

Nothing unordinary.

Like he expected.

He rolled his eyes at his own behaviour, listening to Jimin's voice when he picked up the call.

"Hey, Tae! Everything alright?"

Taehyung smiled, "Yeah, everything is fine, Minnie. Just wanted to talk to you. Tell me about your first weeks without me." He chuckled, listening intently as the male began rambling on and about.