Coward | kth

18

18 | Like a crack whore

When I arrive home, everything inside of me tries to order me to call Taehyung instantly. However, I don't want to come off too invested already, which is why I take my time doing nothing productive.

Right now I am straying around the kitchen, looking for something sugary to snack. I know Dad hid some M&M's in the cupboard at the very top. And I know that want them.

The cupboard is located outside of my reach, therefore I am climbing onto the metallic counter, struggling not lose balance. I carefully place my left knee on the grey surface first, holding onto the downside of the cupboard so I don't fall. However, as I am almost grabbing the knob, my phone suddenly begins to ring. The smooth deep voice of Frank Ocean in 'Pink+White' totally catches me off guard, startling me so much I fall down from the kitchen counter and land on the cold kitchen tiles.

Unfortunately, they don't turn out to be very comfortable, but rather hard. I remain laying down on the ground bent together like a trodden insect, as I continue to stare at the white ceiling for what feels like an eternity.

Is this what my life has come to?

In reality, only a few seconds pass until my Dad enters the kitchen, almost stumbling over my half-dead body. Slowly raising his eyebrow, he leans over me and glances at me with judging eyes.

"What are you doing on the ground? And why aren't you answering your phone?"

I sigh loudly, feeling the nitrogen leaving my body, "I don't know."

Dad chuckles, "Okay." Then he carefully steps over my body, concerned about attempting not to hurt me. Opening the cupboard, he grabs the brown packaging of the Crunchy Caramel M&M's and leaves me alone. Great. Really great.

Sluggishly taking this as an incentive, I raise myself from the ground, taking my by now silent phone into my hands. My lock screen reveals that I missed one call from Taehyung. Oh fuck.

Immediately I push the recall button and place my phone on my ear, waiting for Taehyung to answer my call.

It only takes a few seconds until I hear a hem at the other end of the line, "Hello?", Taehyung answers with that certain deep honey tone in his voice. Judging from the noises in the background, he is watching TV.

"Hi", I reply, throwing myself on the grey couch in the living room, "What are you watching?"

I am waiting for an answer, but instead I get nothing but complete and utter silence. No noise is being made at the other end of the line.

However, suddenly I can hear Taehyung awkwardly shifting around on his sofa and I wonder why he doesn't tell me instantly and is making a big deal out of this, "Hello-o?"

"What we have is a great love. It's complicated. Intense. All consuming. No matter what we do and how much we fight, it will always pull is in."

Is this...?

"Wait!", I sit up and my mouth falls open in shock at the familiar voice from the one and only Blair Waldorf, "You are watching Gossip Girl, aren't you?"

For a few seconds I can only hear Taehyung's regular breathing, until he finally decides to answer me, "Yes, I am. And to be honest, it is one of the greatest shows I have ever seen."

"Obviously", I say, laying down my feet on the coffee table, "Back then I always tried to talk you into watching Gossip Girl, but you never listened to me."

Taehyung lets out a small laughter at the other end of the line, "I guess I was a dumbass then."

"Probably."