𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟐𝟗 𖥸 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

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Taehyung doesn't say anything after that. It's as if all the earlier happiness has vanished.

He calmly strolls over to the couch and sits down. His elbows rest on his knees while he watches the news attentively.

He's shirtless, wearing only his pants since coming out of the bathroom in search of the towels. I see the scars on his back again and wonder how those aggressive scars got there.

"The suspect is nicknamed BC, but he's formally known as Bang Christopher Chan." The reporter continues. "Police have brought the suspect into custody for being the last person to leave the sight. Eyewitnesses clarified that a few accomplices were leaving the building just before Chan was arrested a few hours later at his home, but Chan is not giving any names." Taehyung sighs, standing up from the couch. He grabs the remote from my hand and changes the channel.

"He's protecting us." He hands the remote to me once he turns off the news. "I have to think of something to get him out, but in the meantime, I'm going to wash up." Without wasting another second, he goes into another room and then walks back out with a few towels. He heads right back into the bathroom he was inside earlier, remaining distant once more.

So Chan was protecting us? I almost couldn't believe that loyalty still existed in the world, but apparently, Chan still has his and sticks by it.

There was nothing to do except watch television. I couldn't ask any questions, or discuss what the plan was, or anything about it until Taehyung was ready to talk. I lay back on the couch and watch a show until he's finished.

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His shower lasted about twenty minutes, and he was walking through the living room as if I were a ghost. He didn't seem to care that the towel was his only form of clothing as it hung low around his waist.

The white towel is wrapped around his waist securely, his hair is still wet, and droplets of water drip off his chin and run down his smooth chest.

"The bathroom's all yours if you want." He walks behind the couch and down the hallway. "I'm grabbing some clothes."

I'm beyond exhausted, but I can't sleep now that people are after me. I need to remain awake and at least come up with a plan before I can even consider shutting my eyes for a few hours of rest.

A cold shower will keep me awake until a plan can be made. I'll have to endure it for tonight.

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I wasn't in the shower for long. I was in long enough to keep myself awake from the cold water spraying over my body. I washed up as quickly as I could manage.

As I'm drying my legs with a clean towel, a knock comes from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Mercy?" I rise, a little uneasy as I stop drying.

"Yes?" I glance at the door, staring at the knob intensely.

Did they find us? Are we having to run again? What if they're already here—what if they're outside the door with Taehyung—

"I have some clothes laid out here for you. They won't fit perfectly, but they should be okay to sleep in." Before he has time to disappear, I open the bathroom door and grab a hold of his shirt, so he can't leave.

"Wait, we need to talk—"

"You're right, we do need to talk." He turns around and looks down at me. His gaze takes in my wet hair and how I'm holding onto my thin towel. Those dark eyes of his move down past my dripping hair, following the stream of water that flows down my neck as it disappears between the valley of my breasts.