"JEON FUCKING JUNGKOOK!" The basement door was kicked open, slamming against the wall and swinging back with equal force. V caught the door with his fist and punched it back, storming into the basement.
I watched with eyes wide with fear, and suddenly, the knife in my pocket felt so cold and heavy. I felt weighed down by guilt and anxiety. V had found out, hadn't he? I began shaking, and I couldn't stop myself. He invoked a fear so strong that it was uncontrollable, and I found that terrifying.
"Wh-What are you doing?" I whimpered, backing into a corner. He advanced with terrifying speed, and I found myself trapped.
"You took my knife, didn't you?" He was now no more than a foot away from me, and in the harsh light, I saw the black gun clenched in his hand, the dark plastic reflecting in the light.
Shit.
I needed to think quickly if I wasn't going to be shot right there. My mind reeled with ideas, but I couldn't focus on just one to carry out. My palms were sweating like crazy, and my instincts were screaming for me to run, but I knew that there was nowhere to go. The basement door had swung closed, and V was blocking my one way to freedom.
"W-W-Wait!" I held up my hand and prayed that he wouldn't stab or shoot it. "I can explain... Uh... When I defeated you in that gun experiment, I, err, decided to take it as a reward. It's only fair, right?"
That wasn't really a strong argument, but it was one that I now had to back with all my life.
V scowled, twisting his beautiful features into something angry and terrifying. His eyes grew dark and menacing, and his glare was enough to strike fear into the hearts of the cruelest. It took all of my willpower to maintain eye contact. I couldn't afford to look guilty.
"What about the kiss?" he demanded. "That was the reward I gave you. Do you not accept it?"
His voice dropped in volume at the end of his sentence, and I swore that I heard some emotion. Was he hurt? Had I caused for him to feel? No, I had probably just imagined it. It was so momentary and fleeting that I didn't dare question it.
"If you don't want it," he spat, his hand trembling as he raised the gun, "give it back. Now."
My eyes grew. "How do you give back a kiss?!" I protested. "Please, I don't even know how!"
"Give it back."
"I don't know how!"
"Give it back."
"I don't know how!"
V pointed the gun at my head, and my heart felt like it was going to burst from my ribcage. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, but I had nothing to do with it. This was no physical challenge; it was a test of wit and luck. No, I wasn't going to die from a measly stolen knife. I had to think fast, and I needed to do something now.
Quickly, I dodged the gun and grabbed V's face, pulling it close. I smashed his lips against mine, and he actually didn't put a bullet through my head. For a few seconds, our lips danced, moving in sync to an unheard tempo, like it was natural and familiar. He dropped the gun, and his arms went around the back of my neck, and I tentatively wrapped mine around his waist. I found myself pinned in the corner, V sucking on my lower lip as I writhed in his arms. There was no awkwardness or hesitation in this; it felt like we'd been doing this for years and years. It felt like home, which was a feeling that I hadn't felt in so long.
When we finally pulled away, I was speechless.
That was unexpected.
We stared at each other in shock, and a smile tugged at my throbbing lips. V's expression didn't give away anything, but I knew he was amused. It wasn't something that he could've predicted. My breathing was shallow, and I found the confidence to break the tense silence.
"Is that how you give back a kiss?"
