hoodwink -- bts

chapter twenty one [bleary]

My eyes shot open, heart racing at an incredibly high rate. Sweat began to form at my palms and on the back of my neck before I took in my surroundings. The television set ran static, filling the entire living room with an unsettling noise.

It had been a dream.

I knew that I should have been grateful for not causing such turmoil to anyone, especially with my own problems but I still felt slightly frustrated. All the courage it had taken to confront Taehyung and tell him the truth, it was for nothing.

The surface underneath my head was slightly softer than the ground, supporting my head a little more. Most of the objects in front of my eyes had deemed to be blurry and unreadable. My glasses were gone.

Shifting to look up, I inhaled a sharp breath, identifying the person several inches away.

Taehyung had dozed off, resting against the back of the seat with my glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His hand had mingled its way into my hair, as if he had been playing with it before I woke.

The farthest I could remember, was that everyone had left the house. Jungkook was holed up in his own room and I came down to entertain myself with some television.

However, I had no recollection of Taehyung joining me. I figured he must have come downstairs and saw me asleep on the ground. I hadn't been able to catch much sleep the night before, and my entire body felt dreadfully dead.

My waking roused Taehyung as well, he began to mutter something under his breath before breaking out into a large yawn.

I decided I would keep my secret until I absolutely needed to tell, but the thought still haunted me.

'Stop moving...' he had groaned quietly before taking a hold of my shoulders and laying me down onto his lap once more. I didn't object, but merely looked out sideways while his breathing had regulated once more.

He was asleep. I felt guilty for waking him, as if he hadn't already been losing hours of sleep at night. The feeling crept and itched under my skin, making me shudder involuntarily.

I couldn't help but shift once more and feel the pendent of my necklace fall under my shirt. My arms and hands moved to fish it out, and Taehyung let out a large sigh.

'Ji-U, I said sto-'

'I can't see anything, Taehyung.' Looking up at him, he opened one eye slowly and sleepily gazed down at me.

'Good.' Without another word, he slid out from under me and made his way towards the staircase.

Frantically, I got up and tried to make my way around the room, crashing into the side table and hissing in pain. The stairs were much more of a challenge, my depth perception was off and so were my calculated steps.

I followed the sound of his laughter as it disappeared into his own room. This was all merely a game for him, my vision was critically impaired and he got enjoyment out of seeing me suffer.

Huffing, I was careful to step into his room. He sat casually on his desk, grinning like a child in tag or perhaps hide and seek.

I merely stuck my hand out in a sign of resignation but still wanting my spectacles back.

'Well, you're going to have to come and get them.'

Irritatedly, I walked towards him cautiously, not wanting to spark up the chase again. To my surprise, he didn't budge but the smile on his lips faltered as I reached out and grabbed my glasses, removing them from the bridge of his nose.

In mid-action, he caught hold of my arm and brought me close- too close- to his own body and curiously gazed into my eyes.

The tension was thick, building stronger and stronger by the second as his sweet breath fanned over my lips for a lingering moment.

I wasn't exactly sure when I had seen it coming, but his lips hovered over mine for a second longer.

'Taehy-'

His name rolled off my tongue, partially, and his lips were there. It was a rushed, soft press that had been completely different from Jimin's lips.

Jimin.

I wanted to continually think about Taehyung, and how he had dropped his hand lower on my waist. My grasp on my glasses became looser until they hit the floor. Several thoughts of the previous night rushed in, how I had acted, the urge to want to suppress those memories was no longer there.

But I was together with Taehyung in this moment, wrapped under his domination.

He pulled apart for few more seconds, then brushed the hair from my shoulders and spoke in a husky voice.

'Should I make you fall in love with me, Ji-U?

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why the beep am i why

updated two chapters in one day- because this week i'll be hecka busy and this is probs the only time i'll have to update (maybe)

pls save me

yes, we know Ji-U is like a leech (ooh bad analogy) 

let's try again- ok, we know Ji-U is like one of those really bad romance books where even looking at them makes you feel awful

whoops

enjoy!-

-elise