Save Me 『Kim Taehyung』

four

"I scream out of frustration, but the empty air echoes" - BTS

『-12°』

"Cleithrophobia?"

"Yeah, please don't tell the other guys... they might pick on me."

After a few minutes of waiting for Namjoonㅡ we knew he wasn't going to make it here. Jimin called everyone else, but they didn't pick up their phone. The only one that picked up was Hoseok... and I told Jimin to hang up because who the hell would walk all the way to a party, with a injured leg just to open a door?

Jimin and I decided to talk a little about ourselves. Getting to know him made me feel like he really wasn't like Taehyungㅡ not a conceited fuckboy.

"Why the hell would they do that?" I asked, kind of getting angry. How could anyone make of someone like that? It's just as equal as making fun of a person with cancer.

"I'm sorry," He murmured. He sounded like a little child that just did something so bad that they actually apologized for it. He did nothing wrong.

"There's no need to say sorry, dummy." I flashed him a smile.

After we cuddled together to sleep, everything between us became awkward. Actually, it wasn't only awkward. It was also the sexual tension that grew in the room. I know he felt it too. The feeling was nerve wrecking, I couldn't take it!

"... Hey, are you okay?" I asked Jimin. He was sweating and shaking a lot. I was worried. I didn't want anything bad to happen when I'm with him.

"Is it because of..." He nodded and pulled the duvet to cover himself. He looked as if he wanted to cry, but of course he wouldn't because it's not "manly" to cry. Since when is it wrong for guys to cry?

I walked over to him and sighed, sitting next to him and pulling his body in for a hug.

He looked up at me with a heartwrenching expression. From the front, I held his shoulder and with my other hand, I played with his soft brown hair. Comforting this guy was the least I could do for him. After all, I'm the reason why we're trapped in a room.

"Thank you," He choked out, when he stopped shivering. I nodded and kept playing with his hair. C'mon, you can't blame me. Would you stop something that felt good and you liked it?

I tried to move away when it got awkward again, but then his breathing hitched and he pulled my hand back to his head.

"Please stay like this." He requested, in a soft, almost tantalizing voice. I smiled at his request. I really didn't want to move away, even if he were a fuckboy, but maybe he's not. Yeah right, keep telling yourself that. You've seen him make put with random girls at school.

"Distract me." He then demanded, in a cold tone. He pushed me onto the bed with a swift movement and stared at me. I didn't decline, the sexual tension grew at it's maximum. I couldn't help it. It's not like we're gonna do something bad.

He came closer and closer to my face and I stared at his beautifully tormenting eyes.

"Hey guys, the wㅡ fffFFUCK! Dude what the fuck?!" A deep voice yelled and then the door slammed closed, but then opened up again letting the music slip into the room.

I gasped and quickly pushed Jimin off of me, to which he fell on the hard tile floor, hitting his big ass. He groaned and stared at me. Geez, what a cockblocker.

Taehyung quickly walked over to jimin and tugged him up so he could stand. Taehyung's eyes looked like they were burning with anger, but they couldn't be, right?