The Last Boy Scout

14

Jihae couldn't sleep. She was on the bed beside Taehyung. He had stolen all the covers and she didn't have any blanket on her. She didn't feel cold though. Just the feeling that Taehyung was sleeping beside her made her feel warm.

Her phone buzzed. Jihae's friend had texted her.

Are you sleeping together yet?

Jihae rolled her eyes.

Yes, but not like that.

Jihae put her phone down. She was so tired and wasn't in the mood to text her friend. She curled up into a ball and hugged her knees. Everything felt colder all of a sudden.

A few minutes past, and Jihae still hadn't fallen asleep. She just stared at the wall and the curtains draped across the large window across from her.

Suddenly, she felt something warm come across her back. It was Taehyung's arm, pulling the blankets over her. He was so sweet even when he was only half asleep.

Jihae smiled to herself. She could hear him breathing deeply, like his soft voice. She rolled over to face Taehyung and stared at his face.

She gently placed the back of her hand on his cheek. She slowly stroked his hair, and out of the blue, wondered how many times it had been dyed.

Jihae brought her hand against Taehyung's chest. He was breathing so fondly, she could feel her hand slowly move up and down, slightly touching his abs, with every breath he took.

Jihae still wasn't sleepy yet. Tired, yes, but not to the point where she could fall asleep.

Taehyung rolled over, his back facing Jihae. His shoulders were so broad, though she remembered him telling her that his oldest hyung had larger shoulders.

Jihae poked Taehyung's back. She thought it was cute how he was ashamed of showing his chest, but confident in revealing his bare back.

"Tae-ssi," she whispered loudly. He replied with a groan.

"Go away, Jimin," he muttered, still half asleep.

Jimin? "No, Taehyung, it's me, Jihae,"

A weird thought occurred in her head, though Jihae brushed it off and rolled over, facing the window again.

Hours later, Taehyung slowly began waking up. He wanted to go back to sleep, but now that he was awake, he couldn't.

He picked his phone off the nightstand. He turned it on and was blinded because of its brightness. His Hoseok wallpaper didn't help, either.

Taehyung rolled over and faced Jihae. She was sound asleep. Taehyung didn't want to touch her, so he just stared at her bare face. He knew she didn't want to be touched, sleeping or awake, and he loved that about her. You didn't find a girl like that everyday. Sadly, sleeping together was the farthest they would get. Taehyung didn't mind, as long as he was with his precious Jihae.

"Jihae," he studied her cute face. Something about her made him think if he had met her long ago; maybe at a store or something.

Taehyung pulled a lock of Jihae's dark hair behind her ear. He touched the back of her neck and stared at her rosy lips. Taehyung wanted to kiss her all of a sudden. He never really kissed her before, only on the cheek once.
Taehyung knew he should wait until some other time, when it felt right. He respected that Jihae didn't want to be kissed often.

He began to distract himself with his phone. Taehyung checked the time, which was two forty in the morning. He logged into the Bangtan Twitter account, which he rarely did these days, and was surprised to see how much it changed.