Every Little Reason | BTS

19 | Clandestine Love

"Jinhee?"

I heard Taehyung called my name and swayed his hand in front of my face to shake me out from my reverie. But I just stared at him with widened eyes, too flabbergasted to say anything.

"Do you... remember anything?" He asked, looking at me with a careful, yet hopeful gaze.

I blinked and came back into my senses when my brain had slowly processed every foreign sentiment of the unexpected kiss. The wrap of his arm around my waist, the gentle stroke of his fingers burning on my skin, and the ardent touch of his lips traced against mine—everything felt so surreal.

It was as if I had a palpable dream about it before, and now it just felt like a deja vu.

Dare I say, a crazy kind of deja vu.

With my cheeks flushed red, I backed away a little from him as I felt an inexplicable sensation overwhelmed inside my heart.

But on top of that, I felt like I was downright dumbfounded by the situation. Silent anger began to envelop around my senses, making my fingers curl into a fist.

"Aw, come on, baby girl... Don't look so surprised. It's not even our first kiss." Taehyung chuckled impishly as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and gave me a quick peck on the lips—for the second time.

And I finally snapped.

So, without any hesitation, I channeled all the strengths that I had in my system into grabbing Taehyung's arm, throwing him over my shoulder and finally goal him out of the dressing room.

When I had brought my breathing rate to normal, I stepped out from the dressing room with one hand on my hips, and there... I saw the undeniably handsome victim of mine, whining out his pain on the ground with the instinctive martial art move I just did.

But when he took notice of my presence in front of him, the crease on his forehead instantly disappeared, and eventually, the corner of his lips rose as he burst out into laughter.

"Jinhee-ah... Goodness, you're feistyy." He drawled out in his laughter while rubbing his bottom, looking like he was genuinely entertained by the entire situation.

But at that moment, I could also tell that beyond his blithe expression, he was actually quite shocked by my audacity.

Despite it was the second time of throwing him over to the ground, I found myself silently huffed out a sigh of relief, because at least Taehyung didn't give me that one painful look—the one that actually broke my heart whenever the memory of hurting him on the night of Billboard flashed into my mind.

I was so afraid of witnessing such heartbreaking look on his face for the second time, so at this moment, when the plain shock that was displayed on his face was quickly replaced with his casual demeanor, I strangely felt relieved that I didn't carve another unintended scar in his heart.

And probably, that's the last thing that I ever wanted to happen in my life again.

I pushed my hair back and took another deep breath, attempt to compose my self-equilibrium before I looked at him with a stern gaze. "I swear, Taehyung. If you dare to do that again–"

"Jinhee, what's going on here?"

I turned to the worried voice of Namjoon as he was fast approaching us, his widened eyes shifted in between Taehyung and me alternately in confusion. When Taehyung let out another soft whimper, Namjoon quickly came to his aid and helped him up.