One Day - TK

Take 9

Taehyung hates horror movies.

When he says he hates it, he hates it to the point that he can even bury his ass on the stove instead of watching them. Every single time he and the boys watched a horror movie, he had to stay awake in his bed, curled inside a sack of blankets and wait for morning all night.

Fuck Namjoon hyung for making the movie night start so early. Now he has to stay awake , scared and annoyed for almost ten fucking hours.

Taehyung swore to himself as he watched Jimin and Hoseok eagerly setting up the screen and organizing the snacks —- Ain't no way he is watching the movie. He will grab his favorite box of creamy strawberry muffins and some strawberry jam and go straight to the kitchen and come back when the movie is over and the credits are being rolled.

And well, now that he is actually doing that, except the fact that he is munching on some strawberries instead of the muffins he wanted, he realized that some things are far easier said than done.

Fuck summer for making him sweat like that. And fuck those mosquitoes too, and the uncomfortable kitchen counter, and the light bulb which keeps getting off every second because clearly everything has an end ( except his misery of course).

But he is grateful that none of them found out that he is not there. But hiding here doesn't help much either, since he can clearly listen to the sound effects and the screams from the movie and can almost visualize what is happening on the screen.

He covered his ears with his hands as tightly as he could. But he could still hear the faint sound of glass breaking and woman screaming and then he heard footsteps which were far too clear to be heard from the movie so he squeezed himself even more , making sure the refrigerator could hide him.

But the footsteps continued, coming closer and closer and closer and the door of the refrigerator opened.

Taehyung's heart stopped working. He saw everyone grab every single food that was left in the whole house for the movie night. The fridge is completely empty and Taehyung knows it because he tried to hide there as well.

That means none of the boys would open the refrigerator now.

Then what the fuck?

Taehyung has had enough. He will go back to the living room and watch the movie with the boys. At Least he can die in front of them rather than alone in the kitchen. He grabbed a butter knife which he kept with him and stepped down from the counter. The door of the refrigerator closed, but he couldn't care less. He squeezed his eyes shut and ran towards the door faster than the speed of light.

So fast that he can feel his legs flying and the ground seems far too lower than it should be.

So fast that he cannot even feel himself moving forward.

So fast that he could feel his sides trapped due to lack of air or something because he feels like he is held in someone's arms so tight that he can swing from those hands. He leans back and he feels his back touching someone's body.

He opened his eyes and realization hit him like a ton of bricks - he wasn't running, rather he was trapped, in the familiar tattooed arms of a muscular monster and his legs were stupidly dangling the entire time!

"About time you stopped running in the air." Jungkook whispered, but it felt like his voice could not be as strong as he wanted it to be, whatever. Taehyung gulped and leaned his head back against the muscular chest and looked up at him

"Didn't know it was you."

Jungkook rolled his eyes before letting go of him, his touch lingering a moment to make sure he was properly standing before he let go.