cold feet [1]

three

Taehyung's point of view

"But I like you."

Damn he's smooth.
I already hate him.
Liar, you're already falling for him.
Am not!
You're so dead.
Literally...

Did he just leave? Why? Oh no, I'm already starting. Why was I finding this so difficult? He was the exact same as the rest of them. Handsome, charming, kind. What was so different about him that made me fall so easily? Was it the way his eyes glinted with playfulness? The way he smiled so innocently? The way he pouted when he was annoyed?

You're doing it again.

I slapped my forehead, losing my balance whilst doing so, next thing I knew rubbish and grime coated every surface on my body. The entire contents of the bin now dispersed on the ground.

You literally fell for him.
"Oh just shut up."

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I walked down to the bank of the local river, placing my new jacket beside me and dipping my feet in the ice cold water. Then followed my whole body, until I was fully submerged in the water. The river wasn't deep, so I had no worries of drowning. It was perfect for a bath or just a wash up. My shirt was soon removed, and was rung out after being scrubbed down. Then placed on the rivers edge in the suns ray's to dry.

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"You know I usually don't like being watched whilst I'm bathing..." I muttered irritably through gritted teeth, seeing the raven boy sitting nearby. He smiled, giving up hiding behind a bush and walking up to the waters edge. "That was a sign for you to leave."

"No, I'm ok."

"Why are you following me?"

"I'm not following you. I'm just simply in the wrong place at the wrong time." I glared at him, covering my chest as I felt vulnerable.

"Then why were you watching me?" He shrugged nonchalantly, not bothering to shift his unsettling gaze.

"Curious."

"More like pervert..." I whispered, not loud enough for him to hear.

"Is this normal for you? To bathe here?" I nodded bluntly, dipping my head under the water, momentarily losing sight of the younger. When I emerged again, he was sitting with his own feet in the water, holding out his hand with something in the palm. I swam over, curiosity getting the best of me. There I saw a small container with a silvery clear liquid in it.

"What is that? Poison?"

"I'm a cop. You think I'd poison you?" He replied bitterly, I shrugged. "It's shampoo you dumbo." I glowered at the nickname.

"Call me V." He rose an eyebrow.

"Names already? I just wanted to see you got washed properly, but ok, V." I snatched up the container, brushing my finger against his palm. Immediately I pulled back, my whole hand burning. I grimaced, bringing it under the water to hide what would show up instantly. "Are you alright? What did I do?"

"It's nothing," I murmured, as the pain spread through my arm, feeling like fire licking the surface of my skin.

You hardly touched him, and your reaction is this bad? That's not good.
Don't you start...

"Let me see. I'm a cop, I help people."

"Stop rubbing your job in my face," I spat bitterly, turning away and swimming so that I was about fifty metres away. Next thing I knew, he was standing waist deep in the water, fully clothed, walking towards me. "What do you want with me?!" I screamed, swimming backwards until I reached the other side, not bothering to cover myself up as I backed out of the water. He stopped after the water reached his chest, smiling sadly.

"I just want to see if you are okay..."

UGH, so cliché.
Says you.

"Well stop it. I was fine, until you came along." I turned on my heel, walking down the rivers edge towards the bridge to collect my shirt and jacket, hoping he'd be gone by the time I got there. Of course, he wasn't.

"Let me look at your hand." He insisted, reaching out to grab the now red limb, but stopping, remembering my warning.

"It'll be fine," I hissed, picking up my shirt. He wouldn't tear his gaze away from my bare chest. "Pervert, go away." He huffed, his shoulders slumping as he turned to leave.

"The shampoo is still there if you want to wash your hair..." I looked down at the container beside my jacket, then looked up again to see the raven boy was gone.

"Thank god he's gone."
You don't mean that.

I picked up the container, this time not having to worry about burning my hand. Carefully, I lowered my nose to it and inhaled the strong scent it gave off; fruity.

I don't remember the last time my hair was washed. But it was more than three months, I'll say that. For some reason, that was the one thing I never received. Why? I had no clue, but it seemed the raven boy had thought of it.

You've gotta stop calling him raven boy.
What else am I supposed to call him?
How about 'Kook'?
Why'd you say that?
It's on the container.

Sure enough, when I stared down at the small cylinder object, written in metallic blue pen was the words 'Call me Kook.'

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