Coward | kth

20

20 | The queen of the dough

Due to our appointment at the confectionery, I have to wake up pretty early the next morning. And the fact that I binge-watched Netflix until 3am last night doesn't simplify the whole situation.

With a whacked moan I roll to the other side of my bed and try to silence the alarm clock, which blasts 'Pocket full of Sunshine' in full volume at 7.30am in the morning. Attempting to find the stop-bottom while not raising my head the slightest bit, my arm floats around the air disoriented. Unsurprisingly, I don't success, but rather lose balance and fall from the edge of the bed like a confused little panda bear, only less cute.

I remain laying on the ground for a few seconds, wondering if I still have the power to control my own muscles. Considering the time I have spent on the ground lately, I suppose not.

Well, at least this time I landed on my warm, comfy carpet instead of on some cold tiles, so improvement has been made. Always consider the bright sides they say, right?

After I manage to raise myself from the ground and take a shower, I drag my feet in front of my closet and pick out what to wear. In the end I come to the decision to wear a grey T-shirt which I tug into my baggy, ripped jeans. For me, the outfit is a win-win; it's cute and comfy at the same time. And I am really needy of comfy clothes.

I arrive at Ha Yoon and Yoongi's house a while later, them already having prepared everything for the visit of the confectioner.

With a jump I land on the black leather couch, where Taehyung already rests, "Hi there."

"Heyy", he replies with gleeful voice, "I can't wait to try out the cake."

"Me too."

I sit up, my fist resting on my temple, and I consider the brown haired man more carefully. He has is eyes closed, his thick black lashes are almost brushing his cheekbones, his hands are clasped and he seems to relax in a leaned back position. His features don't appear tense; his nose isn't crinkled, his brows aren't furrowed. I can't discern any signs of shadows around his eyes. Overall, he seems pretty well rested. Different from what you would expect from someone whose relationship is suffering from a crisis right now.

I grow really curious and want to ask Taehyung about the state of his and Mina's relationship, but I refrain myself from being too noisy and intrusive. Over the last years, I happened to learn that pressuring people into opening up is never the right path to take.

You can offer them comfort and a shoulder to cry out and perhaps they will develop trust for you. But you need to wait until they come on their own, autonomously. Otherwise, it will never be real.

"How are you feeling today?", I ask instead.

Taehyung opens one eye only, but it suffices for me to notice his skeptical glance on me. He probably wonders why I am starting small talk all out of nowhere.

"I am fine", Taehyung answers with a small nod, contemplating for a few seconds, "Just feeling a bit tired, that's all."

Considering his way of acting since I arrived, I believe him. His answer satisfies me so I won't dig for information any further.

Maybe their discrepancies don't affect Taehyung as much as they bother Mina, as harsh as it sounds. Maybe he isn't as emotionally invested.

I lean back, sighing.

At first I don't notice that our shoulders touch. But the moment small electric shocks flow through me, not that powerful but too big to ignore, I turn my head towards Taehyung and meet his eyes directly.