|| ENGRAVED RINGS || Kim Taehyung

Chapter 9 - Confession

[Still inside the washroom]

The door opened, a guy peeked his head inside the washroom.

"Ehm... I was told you needed help"

Hani must have sent him.

"Oh! Thanks!" You were about to stand up but realized that Taehyung still had his head on your lap.

"Hey...wake up" You said in a careful tone and softly shook him.

"Do you....need some help?" The guy suggested.

He's still here?

"Ehm....It's okay I can handle this, Thank you." You slightly bowed.

"Then...I'll just let the door open." He pointed his thump at the door and you both exchanged awkward smiles before he left.

"Taehyung!" You whispered in high key.

"Wake up."

You shook him.

You tried to shake your legs as earlier, but not even this made him wake up.

"We can't stay in my friend's washroom forever..!"

You started talking to yourself in frustration.

You pushed his shoulder lifting up his upper body, but as you removed your hands he just fell back.

In the split second you managed to grab him in your embrace, otherwise he would've probably crash his head against the marble floor.

"Hey this isn't funny.." A bad feeling arose inside of you and you hands started trembling out of anxiety.

What's wrong with you?? You became worried and called for help.

"Is anybody out there?!?!? Anyone-"

"Don't"

Your eyes lit up as Taehyung's voice pierced the loud screams in your head.

His head was on your shoulder and his trembling breaths rang in your ears.

"You're okay?"

You gulped down in relief. Your hand was resting in the air inches from his body. He removed himself and turned away from you.

"What was that?" You asked with a cracked voice.

He buried his face in his hands.

"Mwo?" He said nonchalantly, still breathing in uneven patterns.

"What's wrong?" You said concerned.

"Nothing's wrong" He replied.

You frowned while thinking.

"Are you on drugs!??" You asked.

"MWO?!" He raised his voice too while turning glares at you.

"You were like a dead corpse! It was freaking scaring-"

His tensed expression of frustration changed to pure offending.

"You were just afraid of lying with corpse?" He raised his brows, diappointment briefly showed in the glimpse of his eyes.

"YES!?!?! ESPECIALLY OF YOU! A FREAKING SKINNY PALE CORPSE!" You yelled in his face then stormed out.

You left the house, passed the garden and reached the fence gate. It was  terrifying seeing him unconscious, if you could call it that. Your lips trembled and a tear lonely ran down your cheek. You still felt scared just by the thought.