Blood Brothers

7 | HORROR

I was honestly parched. We left the house around 9pm and boarded at 10, and since it was an eight hour ride there, we'd arrive in Hua Hin at approximately 6am.

I was all showered and ready to go to sleep, fluffing my pillow when Taehyung barges in the room completely flustered. He slides into bed next to me without a word as he stares blankly at the tv. I slid the window's cover open to look at the empty, nothing but darkness view.

"Lets watch a movie," he insists, grabbing the remote and switching the tv on to Netflix. It was a ritual for Taehyung to watch movies before bed, like me and my painting, it was an escape for him. And he definitely needed it of all people.

I shake my head. "No way, I want to sleep." I couldn't stand him keeping me awake with the loud sounds of the tv.

"Just one movie, you can sleep after," he says.

Taehyung then flicks through all the horror movies, complaining about how he's already seen a bunch of them, it wasn't until three minutes later did he decide on watching the Conjuring for the fifth time in a row. I, for one, was also a horror movie snob. Though I tended not to watch them so often because I'd have nightmares. It was amazing how what kept me awake helps Taehyung sleep at night.

I stole a glance at Taehyung who, even though has watched this movie more times than I could remember, was still entranced with every scene that played. I would hide my sheets under the covers, resulting in him tugging them away and forcing me to watch.

When there was an eerie moment creeping up on the protagonist, I instantly shut my eyes before a scary pop up could appear.

"You say you love scary movies but you keep your eyes closed half the time," he snarks.

"It's because I keep my eyes closed that I love them," I tell him.

"But you can't even see-"

"It's because I can't see-"

"Open your eyes," he tries to open them with his fingers.

I let out a yelp when he accidentally pokes my eyes, causing me to open them as they instantly water up. Just as I turn to look at the screen for a split second, a scary image pops up and screeches.

"AHHH!" I shout. I jump at the sight of it, instinctively punching Taehyung in the face during the process.

I had a tendency of punching whenever I was afraid. It was a natural instinct, I guess you could say. I'd blame it all on growing up with Hoseok and Namjoon.

Taehyung then buries his face in the pillow, loudly groaning.

"I'm sorry," I brushed my hand along his back, honestly feeling guilty.

When Taehyung doesn't move his face, I become worried and decide to get closer to examine it. Had I really hurt him? "Taehyung?" I question, trying to lift him up.

He takes me by surprise and tackles me down, sending my body slamming against the bed as he hovers on top of me. His cheek was pink and had a slightly bloody nail indention from where my thumb must've made contact. He looks at me with a devilish grin, eyes beaming with mischievousness.

"That's the first time a girl's punched me in the face."

I felt heated at the proximity of his body against mine. He was making me nervous and I didn't like it at all, it was a feeling that I'll never get used to. I wasn't supposed to feel this way, or any way as a matter of fact. I wasn't supposed to let him phase me in any way shape or form.

But here he was.

Making my heart accelerate with every breath he drew.

"Well get used to it," I tell him, looking him in the eyes to show that I wasn't at all affected by him as I really was. If I knew I felt the way I did, the least I could do was make sure he didn't know. At least that'd make up for it.

"Ah, you really hurt my cheek," he points to his face.

"Good."

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight since it hurts so much. I think you should stay awake with me all night since you're the one that caused it," he says.

I narrow my eyes at him. "That's your personal problem, it has nothing to do with me."

"But, there is a way to make it feel better."

"What?" I question. Please, let me know. I'll do anything to get you to shut the fuck up.

He leans in closer, turning his face so his cheek is directly in front of me and points at it. "I want a kiss."

I scrunch my nose at his silly request. "No way!"

He swiftly presses his cheek against my lips, then quickly backing away with his eyes widened and jaw dropped. "Wow, you're so bold!" He gasps, bringing his hand to his cheek.

"Did you just steal a kiss from me?!" I exclaim, now furious by his cheekiness. "Taehyung!" I bring my fingers to my lips, lightly brushing over where his face planted.

"You're so childish," I mutter.

He lets out a manly chuckle that erases all signs of playfulness.

There was a sudden knock on the door that saves me from the moment.

"Sir," says the voice behind the door.

"Come in," replies Taehyung as he sits himself up.

I quickly recollect myself and sit upright, waiting for the person behind the door to enter.

"There's a private phone call waiting for you," says one of his men who stops in the doorway.

Taehyung gets out of bed, trudging behind the man in his matching silk pajamas. I couldn't help but shake my head at what happened earlier, never recalling Taehyung ever so playful. I had gotten so used to the vile side of him that it took me entirely by surprise.

And I hated myself for wishing that he was more like he was earlier.

Because that meant that I liked it. And liking any aspect of him was dangerous.