1.0 | Whisper Sweet Nothing | k.th✓

04:00

Cute Alien: I'm outside. Hurry.

I grabbed my clutch and ran downstairs. I wore my blue heels and quickly went to the front door when I heard a knock. Thank goodness my mom went to work early today.

"I'm ready," I chimed as soon as I saw Taehyung. He was wearing black leather pants and wore a black bombard jacket. I realised he was wearing a red bandana and oh god, I think I peed myself.

He glanced at my footwear and shook his head. "Go back inside and wear flats," he nonchalantly said and folded his arms.

"But i'm wearing a cute dress and-"

"You have blisters," he cut me off. "So stop complaining and go wear something comfortable." He stared at me from head to toe once again and furrowed his brows. "While you're at it, change your clothes, will you? we're not going to a girly tea party."

I pursed my lips and went back inside. I rushed to my room and tried to find my clothes that would match with Taehyung's. Soon, I wore mid thigh black shorts. I put on a plain white-T and layered it with a crop leather jacket. I tied my hair to a messy bun. I took off my spectacles and exchanged them with my degreed colorless contact lenses.

"Well, aren't you taking your sweet time," a voice startled me. Taehyung was leaning against my doorframe with his arms folded. "I'll wait for you, downstairs."

He left my room and I quickly pulled out my black converse in my closet.

I went back downstairs and Taehyung gave me a satisfied look. "Let's go." He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers as he brought me out of the house.

I nervously bit my lower lips when I felt my cheeks heating up. "So where's Jimin?" I asked when he led me to the nearest bus stop.

"He had to stop somewhere else first." When the bus arrived, we got in and sat at the very back with our hands still intertwined.

After fifteen minutes or so, I decided to ask,"So where's your car?"

"It's uh- broken." He lamely rubbed the back of his head and avoid himself from looking at me.

"What happened?" I frowned.

"It's nothing, don't push it." He released my hand and tuck them in the pockets of his jacket.

I furrowed my eyebrows and glared at him. "Can you please stop doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Stop being so bipolar! Ugh!" I threw my hands in the air. "One minute we're okay and the next thing I know, you push me away again. Make up your mind!"

"It's not easy, alright!" He shouted and shut his eyes. His jaw clenched and his hand curled into a fist. After a moment, his tensed muscle, relaxed. "It's not easy to open up to someone, okay?" He whispered, audible enough for me to hear.

"Nothing's ever easy, Taehyung. If you want to let me in, open the door to your heart, for me. If you want to shut me out, lock the door and throw the key deep in yourself. But never leave the door ajar. I hate being in between." I look to my left and stared off out the window.

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# S O T D

❝Something seems to be stuck to your Converse high
seems like you can't take it off.❞

- CONVERSE HIGH.