complicated love | k.th x h.mm x j.jk (completed)

ch | 25

Momo made her way downstairs, going quite slow as she was too busy thinking about what had just happened. At the same time, Taehyung was making his way upstairs. He was going at quite a fast past, and since Momo wasn't really focused, they ended up bumping into each other.

Luckily they didn't fall, or that wouldn't end too well - they were on the stairs after all. Momo rubbed her shoulder, where it had gotten hit, and turned to Taehyung, slightly wincing at the pain she caused from the bruise.

'Momo! Are you okay?' Taehyung asked, taking a few steps forward until he was in reach of Momo's shoulder. He extended his hands, and Momo could see he too was holding a paper. She wondered if it was the same as Jungkook's, but it's not like every single piece of paper is the same as that one. This one could be actual homework.

In case Taehyung, too, wouldn't allow her to see it, she tilted her head to the side a bit so the writing would be aligned with her eyes. However, Taehyung wasn't as focused on her should as she thought; he could see Momo was looking at the sheet he was holding, so he was quick to retract his hands and hide the paper behind his back, to which Momo also put her head back in place, making it seem as if she wasn't doing anything.

Momo furrowed her brows, though, confused as to why she wasn't allowed to see anything they were doing - could it really be that bad? Part of her was mad at herself, her curiosity was killing her, and she was frustrated with the fact that she had very little self control. She knew that soon enough, she may be even sneaking into their rooms in search of the paper. But, the other half was disappointed at how they could keep a secret from her - is she not trustworthy?

'Taehyung-ah, what's on the paper?' she questioned, trying to seem innocent, hiding the fact that Jungkook had also hid the same thing from her. Taehyung stood there, staring into space, unsure on how to answer her. Jungkook had told him not to tell her about it, he had said that he'd let Taehyung know when the time is right. However, he felt guilty keeping something so important from her, he was finding it extremely hard to keep it from her.

He knew that if he stayed any longer he would probably spill the secret. So without even replying, he ran up the rest of the stairs and turned left - in the direction of his room. He could hear Momo yelling at him from behind, but he pushed guilty thoughts away and locked the door once he got in. Afraid she might be able to kick the door down (even though it's very unlikely), he leaned against the door, adding more pressure.

A few seconds passed by where silence filled the air, so he was convinced that she had gone. He trudged over to his bed, lazily lying down, staring at the ceiling and letting out a sigh. He raised the paper in front of his eyes, hoping the secret wouldn't distance his relationship with Momo. But surely she would know soon anyway.

Suddenly, countless bangs erupted from the direction of the door, startling him and making him jump. At first thought, he was thinking it was a robber, demanding him to open the door. So he ran towards his closet where a baseball bat was stored; it was the only thing he had that was good enough. But when he heard the person speak, it was obvious who it was. 'Taehyung! Open up!' Momo yelled.

Taehyung's heart calmed down, the speed decreasing. He dropped the baseball bat on the floor and slumped onto his bed, yelling into the pillow; not too loud, or Momo would hear. He needed to pretend he was asleep. The banging slowly got quieter, and a faint sigh could be heard before Momo walked back to the stairs, towards the living room where Jungkook had said he had left the peanut butter.

All of a sudden, the door burst open. How, Taehyung didn't know, but the person had scared him really bad. For a second he thought it was Momo, but there was no way she could be able to break a lock; even if it was possible, it was very unlikely. In fear it was an intruder, Taehyung rushed to pick up the baseball bat that lay on the floor and stumbled over to the side of the door, ready to strike at any moment.