The Bucket List | Park Jimin editing

10; Suspicion

"Don't touch her." 

I blinked and Jimin was no longer by my side. Instead it was Taehyung, who wrapped his arms around me, rocking me in a circular motion. He was holding my hand, caressing it with his thumb. A gesture Jimin had always done to comfort me. Taehyung's touch felt foreign--it felt as if our hands weren't made to be held by one another. It didn't feel right yet I continued to let him hold it.

"What's going on?" I pulled away from his embrace.

He grinned cheekily. "You blanked out on me and it looked like you were having a panic attack so I did that."

"Really?" I felt nauseous and for some reason the ticking of the clock got louder and louder.  

Taehyung sat back on the chair, leaning back as he watched me intently with a worried gaze painted subtly on his face. I hated that expression so I tried to laugh off my strange actions to show I was alright and there was nothing to be worried about.

"I wasn't having a panic attack by the way," I glanced at him quickly before averting my eyes back to our hands that were intertwined, "I just blanked out."

Taehyung pulled back, embarrassed by the bold action he's done. Idiot, I thought and grinned unconsciously.

"Well you blanked out for a while."

A while huh. "For how long?"

I've been more incredulous about time.

"For like 30 seconds. I honestly thought we were having a staring contest but then I realized you were watching the door."

Taehyung was blushing more than he should. I've forgotten about the conversation we had earlier before my hallucination took over me.
Taehyung chuckled nervously, suddenly turning his head away  chanting some sort of spell of encouragement. I watched him struggle to speak out the words in his mind.

"Well anyway, I was wondering..." he was shy and rubbed the back of his nape nervously. "If you still liked me. You know. In that way." 

Wait a minute.

I saw the redness of his cheeks grow deeper and his eyes frantically looking for something to look at.

Didn't this already happen?

I wasn't sure if I was speechless because of his confession or if this familiar scene was just a repeat of the past.

"What?" I blurted out.

Taehyung squealed, "Nothing! Forget I said that."

We stayed awkward until we heard a knock. It was a quiet and timid knock I know too well.

Park Jimin.

I hopped off the bed before Taehyung could even stand, and shuffled towards the door. The tiles were cold and slippery like ice. The door opened slightly before I could even touch the knob and I could see him peeking through shyly. 

"Jimin?" I opened the door wider for him to walk in.

Taehyung leaned forward, trying to crane his neck to see the awkward man in front of me.

"Did he...?" Jimin hesitantly glanced at Taehyung.

I turned back to see what he was looking at and then back at him, "He what?"

Jimin frowned, face turning red. "He confessed to you didn't he?"

"Jimin--"

I was interrupted by the sound of Taehyung falling off the chair.