His Bodyguard || K.TH.

22. A Date

"The movie theater?" you question when he finally stops.

"Problem?" He looks up at the screen with the titles flashing by. "I've been wanting to watch something for a while now." With a deep inhale, he smiles and approaches the booth. "Two tickets to When Spring Meets Autumn, please."

The lady behind the glass takes his cash and slides two tickets over. "The auditorium is to your left, number twenty one."

"Thanks." Taehyung stops at the concession. 

You step beside him, puzzled to no end. "A romcom?"

"Why?" He smiles, and it's small and coy. "I like romance movies too, y'know. They're sweet."

The vendor interrupts the conversation. "Next, please."

"Yes, can I get an extra large popcorn, please?"

"Is that all?"

"Should we get drinks?" Taehyung looks over at you and you're speechless, unable to respond when you don't know what he's doing. After a beat, he smiles at your silence and looks back at the vendor. "We'll probably just take a medium-sized drink. Coke with no ice."

"What are you doing, Taehyung?" you ask while he leads you into the dark theater.

"I'm enjoying a movie... with you." Taehyung tells you to hold the drink and you feel his hand press on your shoulder, guiding you to the center row.

"Wait. It's dangerous," you whisper and before he can protest no one's going to attack him, you insist, "Let's sit on the edge."

For the first time, Taehyung obliges your will. While you still can't see well in this amount of darkness and your hearing is distorted with the surrounding speakers, everyone who wants to get to Taehyung has to go through you first. It puts your mind at a little more ease.

But you still turn around to look at other people, swiveling in all directions, assessing the premise and every entrance, exit. Suddenly, there's warmth on your arm.

Taehyung's leaned the bag of freshly popped popcorn over to you. 

"Want some?"

"Sure." 

You dip your hands in, grabbing only two. It's buttery on your tongue, the taste addicting. You realize just how long it's been since you've watched a movie in an actual theater

Free time is better spent brushing your skills at the dojo, practicing on the shooting-range, working out, or resting for the next day. 

The commercials play, loud and he reclines his seat back. Taehyung glances at you before he's moving over, whispering in your ear. His hot breath skims against your skin, oddly causing your chest to stutter. 

"Relax. We'll be fine. I promise you no one's going to try to get me in the middle of the movie theater, okay?"

"You can't promise something like that."

"No," he whispers back with a smile. "But I can promise you'll have a better time if you're not constantly worried. I know it's your job, but it's also called pacing, dumbo. You'll wear yourself down if you're always on high alert."

He has a point. One that you never really considered before. So you release a shaky breath held in your throat and look towards the screen.

Taehyung smiles at you, glad that you can relax even if it'll only last for a short while. 

The two of you lean back and when the movie begins, the lights dim even more, sound increasing in volume, screen expanding.

Your hand reaches over, accidentally knocking into Taehyung's as he's also reaching in the bag for popcorn. And he lingers there, never once withdrawing, allowing the back of your hands to press against each other.