Ignorance At Its Finest (Taehyung x Yerin)

Chapter 15

Not knowing what's about to happen, has always been pretty nerve wrecking to me. Especially in this case when you have to deal with an unpredictable human being like Taehyung.

So if someone would ask me right now, how much time has passed, I couldn't give an adequate answer in return. All I can say, it feels like forever and is jolting me to its core.

I am no longer stuck between Taehyungs body and the door. Thanks to my reflexes, I had managed to duck under his arm and put a decent amount of distance between us, before he could get a hold of me.

Ever since, he hasn't moved a millimeter.

This alien has been staring at the wall for at least five minutes, but for me it feels like an endless timeline.

I am getting even more nervous, since this stubborn weirdo, hasn't made any attempt to move and he just stands there motionless as if he is frozen on the spot.

My eyes wander for the at least hundreds time to the back of his head.

Why doesn't he do anything?

Oh I know he is plotting something. And I can already tell it won't end advantageous for me.

For my own sake, I can simply linger at the corner of the room, the furthest away from Taehyung, scared of his turn, when he strikes back.

I clear my throat, hoping to get some signal of life from him.

He still faces the now locked door. I can't see his facial expression, but it is obvious he is more pissed off than ever. He is trapped into his dressing room and he can't do anything about it.

I grab tighter onto the key. I haven't thought my actions fully through.

"Taehyung!" My voice comes out as a careful whisper.

"Why don't the two of us sit down and have a peaceful conversation." I suggest, trying to sound as settled as possible. Isn't diplomacy the right step into a successful problem saving direction?

Very slowly Taehyung turns onto his heels, facing me from afar.

I gulp.

Apparently he isn't in the best mood for agreeing to my suggestion.

"Yerin!" The way he calls me out sends shivers down my spine. I have pushed his button to an extend which shouldn't even have been touched in the first place.

It is clearly reflected on his face, Taehyung has made up his mind and he is more than ready to strike back.

The thin line formed on his lips moves just a little upwards, to hint a smile. It is a smile however which doesn't reach any further. A spark of revenge lights up in his eyes, he is ready to get back on me for forcing him to stay.

An alarm in my head goes off, screaming at me to make a run for it, if I still can.

Where to hide?

Electrified, I head over to the furniture. At least the little sofa table will be in between us.

An evil smirk makes it across his face. With no rush and long striking steps he comes closer to my hiding spot.

Dang it! The tables have turned pretty quickly.

I jerk backwards till my knees hit the edge of the couch. My legs give in, which makes me fall onto the soft cushion.

Recognizing his new upcoming opportunity, Taehyung's devilish grin deepens.

I am not fast enough to get back up and take a good run from him.

Fast and furious like a lightning bolt, he pushes me back down onto the sofa, pinning my hands over my head. The grip, with which he holds me captivated in place, is too strong to give me even the simplest chance of escape.