TYPE:
🔲 General Fiction | ✔️ Taekook ff | 🔲 Non-Fiction
Date Started: 07.20.2023
Date Finished: 08.20.2023
Words : 154,789
Avg Chapter: 3,440
*THIS IS NOT AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER STORY. IT'S A TWILIGHT FF.
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It was all very childish. Why on earth should Taehyung have to leave for Minghyu to come over? Weren't we past this kind of immaturity?
"It's not that I feel any personal antagonism toward him, Kook, it's just easier for both of us," Taehyung told me at the door. "I won't be far away. You'll be safe."
"I'm not worried about that."
He smiled, and then a sly look came into his eye. He pulled me close, burying his face in my hair. I could feel his cool breath saturate the strands as he exhaled; it raised goose bumps on my neck.
"I'll be right back," he said, and then he laughed aloud as if I'd just told a good joke.
"What's so funny?"
But Taehyung just grinned and loped off toward the trees without answering. Grumbling to myself, I went to clean up the kitchen. Before I even had the sink full of water, the doorbell rang. It was hard to get used to how much faster Minghyu was without his car. How everyone seemed to be so much faster than me. . . .and younger.
"Come in, Minghyu!" I shouted. I was concentrating on piling the dishes into the bubbly water, and I'd forgotten that Minghyu moved like a ghost these days. So it made me jump when his voice was suddenly there behind me.
"Should you really leave your door unlocked like that? Oh, sorry." I'd slopped myself with the dishwater when he'd startled me.
"I'm not worried about anyone who would be deterred by a locked door," I said while I wiped the front of my shirt with a dishtowel.
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"Good point," he agreed.
I turned to look at him, eyeing him critically. "Is it really so impossible to wear clothes, Minghyu?" I asked.
Once again, Minghyu was bare-chested, wearing nothing but a pair of old cut-off jeans. Secretly, I wondered if he was just so proud of his new muscles that he couldn't stand to cover them up. I had to admit, they were impressive — but I'd never thought of him as vain. "I mean, I know you don't get cold anymore, but still."
He ran a hand through his wet hair; it was falling in his eyes.
