Loud Lies | Taekook

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I half expected to magically wake up in my bedroom, thinking maybe Taehyung would pick me up and tuck me in.

I half wished that we were in a movie so I could see such a scene and I'd squeal into my pillow like a teenage girl after.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I was half disappointed.

Half disappointed because none of that happened.

The other half of me was frozen.

It took me a while to realize that the soft, warm, and firm thing I was pressed on was none other than Taehyung's chest.

My eyes widen at the sight of it, the same shirt as last night stretching across it, and it still smelled amazing.

I looked up at him, the sunlight that sneaked in through the blinds, casting a beautiful shadow on his face.

I don't think anything could make Kim Taehyung unattractive. Life was unfair.

His lips are slightly parted as hot air blows through, tickling my messy head of hair.

His cheeks are undeniably swollen, making me realize mine are probably the same. The thought makes me want to dash to the bathroom and make myself look presentable.

. . . then sprint back into place, right by him, so that I look better when he wakes up.

But that's too embarrassing to do, so I just calm my heart, and breathe out, forcing my eyes to close once again, and fall asleep — enveloped in his warmth.

He smells like strawberries.

I don't know how to react to that.

"Jeongguk," Taehyung suddenly speaks up, and I barely keep myself from jumping.

His voice is deeper than normal, and it feels like it makes everything about him just as deeper to fall into.

He's just interesting.

"Jeongguk," he repeats, and I feel his chin brushing against my hair, an indication that he was looking down at me.

We weren't cuddling, really. Our arms were down by our sides and not around each other. We were merely pressed up, bodies in contact everywhere.

But even the innocence of our position right now did not register in my brain as my heart continued to beat quickly.

Something I should forbid myself from doing.

I decide it was time to stop pretending, so I look up at Taehyung, meeting his eyes that looked confused. His eyes searching mine, seemingly for something, I just didn't know what.

Then he frowns.

"Get off. We need to go now." 지금은 우리가 가야 돼서 놓아. He mumbles stiffly with crossed brows, looking away for a second before returning his eyes to mine.

I would've been bothered by his sudden coldness, if his eyes hadn't said otherwise.

"Get off, you're killing my heart."
내 마음을 죽이고 있어서 놓아.

A soft blush rises to my cheeks and I look away. His thoughts always seem to faze me. They are pretty much always the exact opposite of the words he lets loose.

Maybe I don't even need my ability anymore. Maybe I just need to constantly turn his words around to understand the puzzle that is Kim Taehyung.

I clear my throat, "Yeah, okay." I say as I twist my body around in an attempt to hide my flushed cheeks.