princess peach

the trick ass bitch

⚠️language warning⚠️

*Momo's POV*

My heart's rhythm changed as the familiar adrenaline rush rose to my chest.

Every movement I made was quick and hit every beat. I felt the sensation of eyes on me, but I brushed them off and decided to give whoever was watching a good show.

It wasn't long until the song ended, and by that time, my chest felt heavy, and my breathing became harsh and deep. The coffee I drank earlier seemed to be wearing off.

Sharp pains raced up my thighs and calves, and I gasped as I felt my knees weaken. I knew what came next and braced myself, waiting to feel my body collide with the ground; it wouldn't be the first time.

Surprisingly, I wasn't met with the ground but with warmth—a body pressed against mine. My eyes slowly opened, and I searched around the room.

"Woah, woah, hey, are you alright?" A deep voice rang through my ears.

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around me from behind. Whoever grabbed me fell backward with me still in their arms.

Let's say we ended up in a very . . . compromising position.

I could hear footsteps again.

"Guys, it's time to go-" a deep voice stopped.

"Uh, she was just dancing a minute ago."

There were too many voices in the room to process, but they all sounded familiar. The person who caught me slowly turned me around in their arms. 

"Are you okay?"

"Do you need me to carry you?"

"You look a bit disoriented, I think you should sit down,"

The voice diffused into a gentle one as it changed direction.

When I finally came to my senses, I looked up.

HOLY SHIT WHY IS KIM TAEHYUNG HOLDING ME, WHAT THE FUCK?1!?1!

"Did she faint? Is she okay?" I heard someone else ask.

I moved my hair away from my eyes to ensure I saw things clearly.

3/7 of BTS is standing within four feet of me . . . 

I could see their leader's shocked yet concerned face in the doorway. Hoseok was hunched over me and Taehyung. 

And Taehyung was . . . well.

"Um . . . uh . . . thank you . . . I'm s-sorry . . ." I quickly got up, not fully understanding the situation and struggling to find footing. The lights seem to become brighter with every passing second. 

My feet tripped over each other. 

"Hey, hey, relax." He caught me again.

My head leaned on his chest as I tried to process what was happening. I lifted my face to see his.

"It's okay, it's alright." He said in a soft voice.

His hand moved around the surface of my face. He moved the fallen strands of hair, and everything seemed to hold still for a moment.

I'm sure almost everyone in the room could hear my heartbeat this time.

I couldn't avoid his eyes. They were magnetic, never-ending moons that distracted and tugged at me.

It felt like we were the only ones breathing, like we were the only ones in that room. His lips curled, and my pulse quickened again.

"Are you sure you're alright. . . ?" Namjoon spoke up from behind us. He was trying to get a move on while attempting to ease the awkward tension.