cold feet [1]

twelve

Taehyung's point of view

I woke up in a prison cell?!

Ok, what kind of sorcery is this?!
See, now you've really gotten us arrested.
He threw my shoes away!
He bought you new ones!
But those ones were special.

I sat up, looking around cautiously, trying to take in my surroundings. Sure enough, I was in a basic holding cell. There wasn't even a bed, there was a toilet and basin in the corner, then a door, no windows. Nothing but one light that was fading.

How will we get out of here?
That doesn't matter. The question is, why are we in here? It's morning.
I don't know, you must have done something to upset your bloody curse.
ME?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO PUNCHED THE GUY WHO'S IN LOVE WITH ME!
He deserved it.

--

Breakfast was served at a time I could not identify. But some guy walked in, giving me a tray that consisted of dry bran and water. Then he left again, slamming the door just for a bit of dramatic effect.

--

I didn't even do anything that bad.
You hit a policeman. You were bound to get arrested.
Yeah, but he doesn't act like a policeman, I forgot.
Sure, just go tell them you forgot. I'm sure they'll let you go.

"You're muttering to yourself again." Whilst doing as said, I had failed to notice the door being opened, and a familiar raven haired boy entering quietly. As I raised my head, our eyes met. Guilt washed over me, and I looked away, bringing my knees to my chest as I curled up in the corner.

"Why are you here?" I spoke, keeping my eyes fixed on the wall.

"Because it's my job," he stated bluntly, in no way comforted by my presence. "I came to see if you ate," he finally informed, looking down at the clearly untouched tray.

"They expect me to eat that?"

"No. They don't care if you starve. If you heard correctly, I came to see if you ate."

"You expect me to eat that?" I repeated, finally turning to stare at him. His left cheek was bruised and his mouth had a cut running along his face; most likely from his tooth hitting his lip. "Why do you care if I eat? I hurt you..." I whispered, unable to stare at him for more than a few seconds.

"Did you hurt me?" He asked forcefully. I didn't reply straight away.

"No..." I mumbled, shaking my head to make my answer clear. "I'm sorry..." Jungkook nodded, seeming to accept the apology. "I lied, I can't control it... I just... It's best you stay away from me." I admitted, expecting him to argue back, saying he would stay. But I was filled with disappointment when he turned and left without any protest.

He hates me... Thanks a lot.
My pleasure.

Jungkook's point of view

How I felt towards Taehyung was conflicting. I couldn't even tell myself whether I liked him or not anymore. I know I shouldn't judge him on that one outburst. But he was so skeptical, never sure of anything, always having to double check to make sure no one had poisoned his drink, or that the person he was talking to wasn't going to beat him up. It was saddening seeing how scared he was of everything. But every time I tried to help, he would become dangerous and push me away; literally.

I hated to admit that this was taking more of a toll on me than I ever thought it would. I wasn't good with emotions, but I sensed that these weren't just my emotions causing so much conflict.

"Are you sure you are okay? If you like, I can give you a day off." Namjoon offered for the umpteenth time that day.

"I'm fine, Namjoon. Leave me alone." His figure stiffened at my voice sounding so apathetic and rude, but he didn't retaliate. Instead he just left me to work on a simple project he had set me, to keep me distracted most likely. Though it was no use, every ten minutes I'd look up at the security cameras to check if Taehyung was alright.  Each time, sleeping in the same corner he had sat in when I had entered.

I felt guilty for leaving him. But he had told me to. He was scared to hurt me again, and I didn't want to make him anxious. But I had seen the look in his eyes as I had done so, like he was heartbroken that I didn't argue with him. Immediately, I had the urge to turn back, to comfort him. But I couldn't find the courage.

--

"You can go ... home, now." I called, opening up the door for him. He didn't budge, keeping himself curled up in a ball in the corner. "V. You can go." I called, raising my voice slightly in case he didn't hear the first time; but he still wouldn't move. I walked forward, kneeling down beside him, tugging on his shirt. "Taehyung," I called, the name sounding strange as it rolled off my tongue; there was something bitter in it. He finally lifted his head, and I felt my stomach squeeze when I saw tears leaking from his eyes as he stared up at me. "Oh Tae..." I whispered, reaching into my pocket for a tissue. Thought he quickly rejected it.

"Do you hate me?" He whispered through sobs, wiping his face on his shirt instead. Showing his tanned stomach.

"Of course not," I assured him. "I can't hate you Taehyung, even if I tried." He wiped at his eyes with his palm.

"Cause of that stupid curse thing?" He blurted, I pulled back in confusion.

"Curse?" He pulled his lower lip between his teeth as he lowered his head.

"Never mind." I decided not to question it for now. Even though I was being eaten away by curiosity. But I thought maybe now wasn't the time.

"Come on. I'll walk you out."