Secrets Of The Shadows | On Hold

Ch•7

The piercing sound of Taeyong's scream echoed through the house, prompting a rush toward the kitchen. There, sprawled on the floor, was a young man doubled over in laughter, his mirth infectious yet bewildering.

"Yongie! Oh my gosh! You actually fainted! I thought you’d be tougher, but it turns out you’re just a big scaredy cat!" Taeyong, now upright and visibly irritated, shot a glare at her overly cheerful friend, Park Jimin.

"Why do you always have to do that? I nearly lost my breath!" she exclaimed, playfully swatting Jimin on the head.

Turning her attention to Jungkook and Yoongi, who stood by with puzzled expressions, she introduced them. "Guys, this is my friend Park Jimin. Jimin, meet my uncle's stepson, Jeon Jungkook, and his friend, Min Yoongi."

An awkward silence settled over the group, and Taeyong quickly broke it. "Alright, you three, go make yourselves comfortable in the living room. I’ll grab some drinks and join you shortly. Jimin, do you want anything to drink?" Jimin nodded enthusiastically, and the others shuffled off to the living room, leaving Taeyong to her tasks.

Once settled on the couch, Jimin took one end while Jungkook occupied the other, leaving a noticeable gap between him and Yoongi. "You guys can pick the movie; I’ll be there in a few minutes," Taeyong called from the kitchen. As Jimin and Yoongi reached for the remote, their heads collided, causing them to retreat into an embarrassed silence.

The air thickened with awkwardness, and Yoongi silently thanked his luck that Jungkook was too engrossed in his phone to notice their blunder.

After a brief wait, Taeyong emerged with drinks in hand, scanning the room for a place to sit. "Taeyong, come sit with me!" the trio chimed in unison. She paused, considering her options.

"Since Jimin and I are friends, I’ll sit with him. You two can share the other side," she decided with a smile, settling between Jimin and Yoongi.

Jungkook felt a twinge of jealousy as he watched Yoongi sit next to her, rolling his eyes in annoyance when he noticed Taeyong inching closer to Jimin.

She grasped the remote control, her fingers dancing over the buttons as she pondered their options. "What type of film are we in the mood for? Romance, thriller, action...?" The question hung in the air, met with a chorus of voices eager to suggest horror. Taeyong merely shrugged, a hint of mischief in his eyes, before pressing play on the selected movie.

Yet, amidst the excitement, one individual sat in discontent, clearly displeased with the choice made.