Loud Lies | Taekook

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I didn't ask Yoongi where Jimin was, as I was too focused on Taehyung throughout the meal to even notice the midget hadn't come even if he had said he would.

I was answered though, as Yoongi asked for takeout and muttered something about Jimin being unable to walk.

He mentioned earlier that they had an argument. The smaller of the two's stubborness being the cause of it all.

After he explained that with a smirk, I decided not to ask any further for the sake of my own health.

And so came the journey.

Taehyung and I.

Alone.

It wasn't long before we reached our quarters. I had rushed to my room almost immediately after he opened the front door, in an attempt to distance myself from him every chance I got.

It seems that maybe Kim Taehyung being interesting is a dangerous field that I should get out of.

Its as if finding out anything about him is something I'd regret doing.

But everything about him is just transfixing, completely pulling me to him.

He is absolutely gorgeous, that is true. And it makes me wonder why his life is like this.

But somehow the fact that his life is like this makes me think that my life shouldn't get tangled with his.

There's not much about the said male that people know about. He keeps to himself. A mystery.

To everyone, seemingly.

I feel bad everytime I look into his mind. I feel bad that I hear the words his lips forbid him to utter.

Because maybe he doesn't say them for a reason. He chooses not to say them. And I feel like I'm trespassing.

A few hours pass, I lean my ear against my door, trying to get any information I could on what exactly he was currently up to.

I got nothing.

And I must say, I am a curious one. Yes. Very curious.

And so, I open the door, half expecting to find Kim Taehyung lounging on the couch watching some TV.

I didn't quite expect to find him less than a feet away, his fist raised and ready to knock at my door.

My eyes lock into his, his breathe fanning my face. Time stops much like everytime, giving me time to read his mind.

But I can't.

Not because I chose not to.

But because his mind suddenly went blank. Completely void of any images or thoughts or awful songs stuck on repeat.

It was just empty.

He clears his throat and I snap out of my trance. "Hey," I manage to let out, my voice growing hoarse.