Orange

eight

I am so warm, my back nice and toasty. The baby hairs on the back of my neck tickle my skin due to a draft. With a small sigh I snuggle deeper into the warmth, and, much to my surprise, something snuggles me back. A pair of arms curl around my waist and pull me close to a hard chest.

I immediately begin to panic, thrashing about like a madwoman and am just about to scream like a madwoman when I look up into a familiar face. Taehyung is sleeping soundly, and his face is so peaceful and sweet that my breath hitches. He looks like a baby cherub, all he needs is a little bow and arrow. His hair is the perfect representation of 'bedhead' but he pulls it off so much better than I ever would. 

His chest rises and falls in time with mine. It suddenly seems too intimate, and I freak out a little. I try to shuffle backwards, to get a little space between us when I find that I can't. The jacket is zipped up behind me, trapping me in his arms and I cannot move an inch. 

I look back up into his face, and watch as the light filters through his hair onto his fluttering eyelids. 

Wait.

The lights are on. The elevator is running.

The elevator is running!

The doors slide open with a loud 'ding' and I feel Taehyung jump in surprise. A guy with a buzzcut and hotel uniform bursts into the elevator. He stares down at us with a shocked expression, his mouth hanging open. I just about die with embarrassment, and I feel my cheeks heat.  Buzzcut coughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and steps backwards. 

Mortified, I try to escape once again but Taehyung hasn't loosened his hold on me so I struggle pointlessly. I look up to see his eyes opening and closing lazily, and he smiles down at me goofily. I shake my head, but I cannot fight the smile that splits me lips.

"Are you okay?" Buzzcut is standing there, looking uncomfortable. I recognise his voice as being the one I talked to last night when the elevator shut down. 

"I'm fine." I choke out, covering my hot cheeks with my hands. 

Taehyung, having decided to wake up fully, sighs loudly into my neck. He squeezes me to him, almost like a reflex, before letting me go. Humming under his breath, in no hurry what-so-ever, he unzips the jacket and I tumble out onto the floor. 

"Are you Kim Taehung?" Buzzcut asks with a hopeful expression. Taehung nods as he stands, and Buzzcut lets out a sigh of relief before punching a number into his phone and speaking rapidly.

Taehyung reaches down, hooks his hands under my armpits and pulls me to my feet. A gust of freezing wind whips through the open doors, making me shiver and hug myself. I feel a weight settle on my shoulders, Taehyung has draped his jacket over my shoulders. I smile up at him and shrug my arms into the sleeves. 

Without warning, a group of people swarm into the elevator, all talking rapidly in English and Korean. Their hands grab at us and drag us out of the elevator. A mob of very worried looking boys advance on Taehung. They begin to hug him all at once, talking rapidly in Korean and pushing each other about. The lobby becomes a confusion of noise.

I watch as he is fussed over with a small sad smile. Thankfully, we stopped at my floor, and I can see my hotel room only meters away. Head down, I squeeze through the group of people and towards the door labelled 46. My room is only steps away, and I am so overwhelmed I could cry.

My keys jingle in the lock and the door swings open. But before I can take one step inside a hand encloses around my wrist, stopping me. I turn to see Taehyung looking down at me, eyes crinkled in the corners. He doesn't release my wrist, and continues to smoulder down at me, making my poor heart flutter and thump. 

An annoyed yell sounds from behind him, and I know people are looking for him. I stumble backwards, yanking my hand from his grip, and sure enough a group of loud boys are advancing on us. 

"You should go." I glance behind him and watch as they get even closer, calling to to him in exasperation. 

"Mmm..." He looks down at me through his bangs, and his face is so pretty that I forget everything else. I am overwhelmed by him. Suddenly the universe is just us, and as I look up into his half-lidded eyes. I. Melt.

The boys reach us and begin to pull him back towards the lobby. I look down to see his jacket still slung over my shoulders. He just wanted his jacket, and I was too busy being lost in his eyes to notice. I am such a goof. 

"Hey!" I call, pulling off the jacket and holding it out to him. 

He doesn't hear me, the boys have pulled him back into the lobby and are escorting him into the elevator. I run towards them like a madwoman, holding the jacket out towards him. 

"Hey! Your jacket! DUDE!" I am getting kinda desperate, and finally he looks up at me. 

He eyes fix onto my own, ignoring the jacket in my hand. His grin is full of teeth and gums, and is just about the sweetest damn thing I have ever seen. Once again, I can't stop my own grin from answering his. 

"See you soon!" He calls sweetly, and winks. My heart implodes. My smile falters. This boy will be my demise I swear. My poor hearteu. 

And the elevator doors close. 

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"We are all children of the moon." 

(('4 o'clock' is probably the best thing to ever grace my ear channels.))

- B x