Taekook and the ECLIPSE

32 | The Hazy Moon

We didn't move for a long moment. I kept my face hidden, pressed against his shirt. Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep his mouth shut.

"Who's the third wife?" he asked me suddenly.

"Huh?" I said, stalling. I didn't remember having had that dream again.

"You were mumbling something about 'the third wife' last night. The rest made a little sense, but you lost me there."

"Oh. Um, yeah. That was just one of the stories that I heard at the bonfire the other night." I shrugged. "I guess it stuck with me."

Taehyung leaned away from me and cocked his head to the side, probably confused by the uncomfortable edge to my voice.

Before he could ask, Jimin appeared in the kitchen doorway with a sour expression.

"You're going to miss all the fun," he grumbled.

"Hello, Jimin," he greeted him. He put one finger under my chin and tilted my face up to kiss me goodbye.

"I'll be back later tonight, sweetheart," he promised me. "I'll go work this out with the others, rearrange things."

"Okay."

"There's not much to arrange," Jimin said. "I already told them. Hobi is pleased."

"Of course he is." Taehyung sighed. "Oh and Jimin, don't discuss bedroom talk with Jungkook, ok. You keep him riled up."

"I don't think it's me who riles him up, Tae." Jimin chortled.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and walked out the door, leaving me to face Jimin.

He glared at me.

"I'm sorry," I apologized again. "Do you think this will make it more dangerous for you?"

He snorted. "You worry too much, Kook. You're going to go prematurely gray."

"Why are you upset, then?"

"Taehyung is such a grouch when he doesn't get his way. I'm just anticipating living with him for the next
few months." He made a face. "I suppose, if it keeps you sane, it's worth it. But I wish you could control the pessimism, Kook. It's so unnecessary."

"Would you let Suga go without you?" I demanded.

Jimin grimaced. "That's different."

"Sure it is."

"Go clean yourself up," he ordered me. "Jaewoo will be home in fifteen minutes, and if you look this raggedy he's not going to want to let you out again."