Fear | K.th [Editing]

2:00 AM [36°]

I turn in the sheets when I hear a knock on my door. The door leisurely cracks open to reveal Korain peeking his head in. He looks around the room before our eyes meet, a small smile soon following once he realizes I was still awake. "Can't sleep?" He questions, slipping in without my permission and quietly closing the door behind him, hearing a satisfying click.

I sit up in the bed, looking over at the alarm clock; it was going to be two a.m. already. I shake my head in response as to his question I cascade my gaze back onto Korain, watching him soundlessly step toward my bed; the moonlight casting shadows on one side of his face; he was glowing right in front of me.

I'm fitted in a powdery beige satin lingerie set--Korain's request toward the maid that had been prepping me for bed--but, I didn't mind. The clothing was soft and comfortable and the color went well with my skin color, so, who was I to complain?

"'M can't sleep eitha." He admits, plopping himself down on the bed. That warm smile still illuminates on his mouth. I find myself softly smiling back, crossing my arms loosely over my chest as he scoots closer to me. "Can we talk?" He whispers to me, raising his eyebrows as he leans his head closer like a child about to tell me a tippity-top secret that no one else can hear. "I sleep betta afta a comfortin' conversation."

I let out a quiet laugh before nodding my head. His nose scrunches up and his eyes turn into crescents as his grin widens, winding me in the right way. He giggles, keeping his mellow gaze on mine. He begins to mess with the hem of his shirt, wiping off something from his pajama pants.

It becomes silent despite us supposed to be talking with one another. That was okay, the quiet was comforting when around him. I was enjoying it; I feel as if relief was washing over me; for some reason, I feel like more of myself when with Korain compared to Taehyung...I was always on edge and was forced to be alert all the time, never having that mentality that I was safe like I'm supposed to feel.

This was a change I was totally fine with.

We stare at each other. My breath hitching when I realize he wasn't wearing those icy blue contacts anymore, his umber shaded eyes making him look just like...Taehyung. I blink, immediately looking away; feeling as if I was being drawn closer to Korain the longer I stare into those deep onyx eyes. I think he's Taehyung. That's bad. I need to stop doing that. I hate Taehyung. Right. I hate him and want to kill him. End of discussion.

"y/n?" I hear Korain say my name, tilting his head to get me to look at him again. I close my eyes before doing so. God, why does Taehyung have to have a twin and why do I have to be with him right now?!

I feel a yearning as I gaze into his eyes; as if I'm missing him, missing his touch and his meaningless-nothing's whispering in my ear, or those gentle kisses I receive if he feels like I need them, and those hushed conversations we would sometimes have at four in the morning if anyone of us couldn't sleep.

Korain was closer now, our faces inches apart from one another. I don't know when it happened, but I wasn't pushing him back for some reason. I try to whisper out his name, making sure it was Korain and not who I'm decieving myself to think it is.

I couldn't, parting my mouth willingly when a pair of lips land on mine; his pair of lips; closing my eyes when he progresses forward, softly pushing me back; melting right away like butter. He was kissing me and I was allowing him to; our lips were only pressed together for a few seconds, and for a moment, I had forgotten--forgotten that I wasn't supposed to. Forgotten that this wasn't right in some twisted way. Forgotten that Korain wasn't Taehyung. Forgotten that Taehyung was most likely going insane trying to find a lead to where I was.