Time Is Not On Our Side (TK)✓

17] Tick Tock Tick Tock.

Taehyung watched as her fingers twitched, before she stopped and started to move again. He understood she was testing out his reaction, whether he would call anyone or keep silent. He came closer and gently laid his hand on top of hers squeezing ever so carefully. “I’m Yoongi's friend, remember, Kim Taehyung,” he introduced himself, “you’re safe with me.”

Taehyung settled his eyes on her hand again once he removed his own. He watched with such intensity when she tapped once, with so much more lift, and then again. It felt like beats in a melody, loosely leading him to a song he couldn't figure out. A smile tugged on his lips, she had more strength than he had initially thought.

Eight taps were all that he could count, before it stopped again, another eight and another pause.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he whispered. He sat on a nearby stool and leaned closer, “I want you to tap once if it’s a no, and twice if it’s a yes. Is that okay?”

Taehyung waited, he felt his breath quickening as she lifted her finger.

Tap tap

“Are you in pain?”

Tap

“That’s good,” Taehyung sighed in relief.

Tap. 

“No?” he leaned closer, her eyes seemed empty like always, “are you scared?” He whispered.

Tap tap

“Scared of who, Yoongi?”

Tap

“Yeonjun?”

Tap Tap. Her pats became more urgent, Taehyung saw the way her eyes became more lively, she looked terrified, her breath sucked in.

“I need you to tap the number of each alphabet.” He took out his phone from his pocket and held onto her free hand, “you’re safe now, A is one, okay, B is two, take your time, if you mess it up, place your hand flat on the bed and we can start again.”

After ten minutes of slow and consistent taps, the words had made sense in front of him, he dropped his phone on the floor just as the door slammed open with Yeonjun bursting in.

“What are you doing to my wife?!” he yelled, marching towards Taehyung.

Taehyung flinched as he moved away from him, quickly grabbing his phone and locking it. He stepped back from the bed but Yeonjun had a firm hold on his arm.

“Nothing, Yoongi told me to keep an eye out while he went to grab a few things with Jungkook, I’m sorry.” he said, softly, “we were just chatting, well I was chatting, she was listening, I’m sorry I’ll just go now.”

Yeonjun pulled his arm roughly, holding on to his phone with a strong grip. Taehyung refused to let go. “Unlock it.”

“Why?” He whimpered, Yeonjun's grip was deadly, it would most likely bruise. Taehyung tried pulling away from his hold but instead his phone was yanked away. “Nothing is on there.”

“What’s going on here?” Yoongi's voice filtered through the room, his eyes on the scene in front of her, he looked behind and was gently shoved to the side by Jungkook's hand. “Is everything okay?”

Yeonjun dropped his hand and moved further away as Jungkook pushed past him and stepped in front of Taehyung, covering him with his body. “Nothing, everything is fine, sorry about that son, I get anxious when my wife is near people I’m not familiar with.”

Taehyung rubbed his wrist slowly and without much attention covered it with his sleeve, folding his arms. “No worries, we should get going right?” He rushed out the door, followed by Jungkook, once they were back in the car, Taehyung held on to his knees, attempting to control his breathing.