cold feet [1]

thirty three

taehyung's point of view

"You look nice."

After I screamed I nearly fainted. My knees buckled under the weight of every emotion rushing through my body at once and I fell to the floor, turning into a sobbing mess. Above me, through blurred tears I saw the figure tilt his head then bend down so he could sit beside me.

"I'm sorry, did I frighten you?" I couldn't muster up words to scream at him. Mouth opening and shutting several times before falling back to sobs of simultaneous relief and dread. The clicking of short heels was heard rushing against the wooden floorboards of the house, then they stopped abruptly once they reached the entrance hall. The figure beside me looked up, flashing a smile towards them. "Hi Jimin."

"I fucking hate you!" The new arrival, Jinin, yelled with a voice that was filled with an immense rage. For once I sided with the short-tempered boy, fingers carding through my hair before pulling at the tufts hard and screaming into my knees. I felt the figure beside me get startled and jump back slightly. "You absolUTE ASS OF HUMAN!!!" Jimin continued into a full bellowed scream.

"Well that's no way to greet a friend. You didn't hate me a minute ago when you were trying not to cry over a photograph." I heard Jimin gasp in outrage, but was more distracted by the painful hand pulling me to my feet. Yet that pain meant nothing as I stared up into his eyes, black mask pushed up away from his face, leaving those startling hazel eyes to stare in curiosity. My legs buckled again, both his arms flying out to grab me as I winced and fell away from him, using the doorframe to stop myself from falling over again. Not once did that stare leave me, and I stared back mesmerised, angry relieved, terrified. Fuck- "I missed you." He whispered in a quiet awe, and I nearly passed out, head falling back to the frame as I shuddered out a breath. Before I could say anything back, I felt another set of painful hands pull me away, falling beside Jimin who had stepped up into the masked boy's face. Without any warning he punched him square in the face. The impact caused him to fall back onto the door and he slowly slid down it until he was crumpled on the floor groaning in pain. When he pulled his hand away blood trickled down his nose. "You have anger issues Park Jimin, jesus..." As I watched Jimin go to punch him again, I managed to scramble and grab his wrist, pulling him back from the raven haired boy. The continuous waves of pain from each repeated contact with either of the two was making me dizzy, but I was a little preoccupied to care.

"Fucking hell Jungkook, you think this is funny?!" Jimin snarled, shaking off my hand so he could tense up again and prepare for another attack. "You think it's funny that you got to play dead for a week?!" Jungkook shrugged, wiping blood from his nose and shuddering out a chuckle. Gods I am going to kill him.

"It wasn't my choice. But sure, it was funny." As Jimin went to lunge at Jungkook again he was thankfully pulled back by Yoongi who had heard the commotion and managed to get both his arms around Jimin pinning him back as he screamed bloody murder.

"We'll deal with you later." Yoongi growled at Jimin before shoving him away. Then he turned to Jungkook sitting on the ground staring up at the six people slowly gathering around him.

"Hey." He mumbled weakly, receiving five different glares with varying levels of rage. Keeping my face empty, I watched as Jungkook shuddered into his most likely broken nose, attempting to breathe through it. I was unsure of how to react to his presence, unable to do anything but cry silently each time his eyes would catch on mine. So many questions swirled around that the dizziness from the pain mixed in with confusion leaving me in a daze. Eventually someone mustered up the courage to say something, that someone being Seokjin.

"Your family thinks you're dead!" He began at a volume similar to Jimin's though with a little less aggression. "We all thought you were dead! What the hell Jungkook?!" It was the first time I had ever seen Seokjin lose his temper so much and that seemed the same story for the other four who gaped at his words.