BTS Christmas One Shots ✓ [Completed]

3 - Taehyung's Midnight Tale (KTH)

A/n: BTS V (Kim Taehyung) - A Christmas Thriller

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Taehyung's POV

Midnight at Taehyung's apartment...

Knock

Knock

Knock
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My eyes flew open as I heard this strange knock coming from the front door. It was so loud that I could actually hear it all the way from my bedroom.

It was in the wee hours of Christmas morning, and just like every other year, I was curled up, warm in bed, enjoying my sleep.

'Why did I have to be such a light sleeper?' I complained to myself, hoping the knocking would cease.

My eyes had immediately fluttered open when I heard the incessant knocking on my front door. Because in all the years I'm living in this apartment, no one's ever bothered me at this hour before.

'So who could be at wrapping at the front door at this odd hour?' I wondered to myself as I checked the time on my cellphone on my way out the room.

It was 00h01. But the knocking, to my chagrin, had continued. And then .... It had suddenly stopped.

Just like that.

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I cautiously approached the front door, almost tiptoeing in my own apartment!

However, just as I reached the front door, the knocking had started again!

Knock

Knock

Knock
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Knock

Knock

Knock
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The Christmas wreath hanging on the door shook violently with each emphatic knock.

'It was midnight for goodness sakes. Did this person not have any good sense?'

It just seemed so odd to have someone knock at the front door to my flat so rhythmically, at twelve o'clock in the bloody morning. I hope it wasn't the last of those carolers... I've had enough of their off-key singing to last me another year. To be honest, I'm surprised my ears still function at their optimum after the screechy high pitch sounds of their tenor.

Logically ticking everyone off my list, I try the process of elimination. It helps to still my now trembling hands.

It couldn't be the milkman, nor would it be the postman. In any case, we have emails and text messages now.

It definitely wouldn't be my parents, nor my landlady. My parents have ignored me for the last year and my landlady is away on holiday in Dubai.

And it would never be the love of my life, Hye-jin.

Hye-jin doesn't like to drive at night and she doesn't like to knock on the door. She prefers to just fling the door open and in anycase, Hye-jin lives here - it's her apartment too, seeing as she is my wife.

'Besides... Hye-jin was already fast asleep in our bedroom upstairs.'

Great... That strikes everyone important off my list. So who is this maniac?

"Who is it?" I asked, not being able to see who was at my front door through the peephole.

"Guess who!" Came a sweet but nasally voice.