unmasked ↠ k.th

16

ㅡ sixteen; madison

a deep, husky voice reached my ears. i nearly dropped the cup i was holding.

"oh, i.. uh, i didn't see you there." i stammered. the guy scoot over to a stool infront of me, it was then that i realized i was staring right into the captivating dark, bottomless pit eyes.

"why are you out here so late?" he questioned, his voice soft, almost caressing me with his words. it seemed like he actually cared.

i shrugged my shoulders, covered in goosebumps from the chill of the night. i really wished i brought a hoodie, or wore something warm than tank top.

"why do you care?" i trailed off from his question vaguely.

taehyung looked down, and shrugged his shoulders, his lip curved up in a smirk. he was using my vague reply of shoulder-shrugging as his own. jerk.

i narrowed my eyes at his silent response, and slowly sipped my drink. i busied myself with sipping the scalding hot chocolate, my mind whirling and my body still trembling. the incident when my mom hit me is still fresh in my mind. i felt trapped, caved, and chained. i closed my eyes with a tremble.

when i opened them, his gaze was on mine. i could feel it. when i finished half of my drink, i finally piped up.

"i can feel your eyes on me," i teased, i look up at him to see that he was, in fact, staring at me.

"you look cold." it was finally, after what felt like millenias, that taehyung spoke up.

i nodded slowly. "a little bit. but i'm fine."

he frowned and disappeared out of my sight. popping out a second later behind me holding his black hoodie that he was once wearing.

"here. you need it more than me."

he handed me the hoodie, i blinked before taking it, slipping it over my head. it was so soft and warm and fuzzy. i wanted to hug myself, and him.

it was way too big for me, but that made it even cozier, somehow.

it smelled like coffee. him and coffee.

"thanks," i whispered, a yawn escaping my lips.

"my pleasure," he mumbled, giving me a faint smile. "go get some sleep, maddy."

i got up. throwing my cup away on the trash bin. "i'll see you around, tae." with that, i hopped out of the cafe to the cold, windy night.

my mind was growing hazy, hazier than it already was, my thoughts fuzzing out. and i knew that it wasn't just because it was almost quarter to two in the morning.

it's because of the cuts on taehyung's wrists that started to heal.

a/n: longer chapter for you guys x)