It's been a little over a week since Taehyung got mad at me for embarrassing him in front of his friends. After a long talk with him, everything was back to normal. I promised I wouldn't baby him so much and that I would back off. After all, he was right, he needed to make his own decisions for himself – even if they were horrible decisions, at least he would learn from them.
It was a dark and gloomy day— heavy winds howled throughout the city as dark clouds made there way over the sky, hiding the city away from the glorious sun. It the perfect weather to stay in and watch movies to.
Taehyung and I were sprawled out on my bed, our backs resting against the bed frame as I held tightly onto my pillow, my eyes too engrossed in the small
Laptop screen ahead of me. We were watching a train to Busan, his choice of movie, and surprisingly it was a good film so far (he usually picks crappy ones).
The roles have switched as I was somehow the only one that seemed to be interested in the movie. Occasionally, I would shout at the characters on the screen and would look at him to agree with me, but he only brushed it off. I usually would've seen past this behavior without a care, sometimes he acted weird like this for no reason, but he seemed distracted and a little off today.
My eyes finally unglued from the screen and I leaned further into the pillow supporting my back, eyeing Taehyung from the side. He looked nervous, as if he was contemplating something. His eyebrows furrowed down in concentration and he gnawed on his bottom lip, teeth sinking hard into it. What's his problem?
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah." He quickly replies and I nod.
"Oka—"
"Actually no— I'm glad you asked." He finally breathes out loud, his chest deflating with a puff. My head cocks to the side as I stare at him.
"What's wrong?"
He fiddles with his thumbs, fingers intertwined with each other as he looks down nervously. It throws me off guard, the way he is shying away from me. His usual self would blurt unnecessary comments, yet here he couldn't even spit out a sentence. Wow, it must be serious; I pause the movie.
"Okay, what's up." My full attention is on him, my anticipation growing slightly as I await for an answer. Maybe something happened at home? What if a family member was hurt? I can only assume negative scenarios, making me more worried by the second.
"Okay, I read this blog last night and—" I knew he was gonna say something stupid. I roll my eyes, slumping back into my pillow as excitement leaves my body.
"—and it made me realize I'm in love you, Keio. I even took an online quiz that tested our compatibility.. we got 80%." He mumbles and my eyes grow wide. What the hell?
I raise an eyebrow, my mouth gaping slightly as he searches my face for a better reaction.
"Tae, don't be stupid." I almost want to laugh at him at how ridiculous he sounds. There's no way he's in love with me, we're just friends and have always been–nothing more.
"Stop." He whines, "I'm being serious." He throws his hands on the bed in fists, like a child. It quiets for a few seconds, before I break out into laughter. My stomach hurts from giggling too much as I clutch onto my hip, tears practically springing at the corner of my eyes.
"Taehyung, you think you're in love with me, listen to yourself." I chuckle, out of breath. However, he doesn't find it funny at all. We exchange blank glances and the air grows thick, tension arising.
"Keio, I'm in love with you." He says, his tone low and serious. If I roll my eyes any more, I'm scared they'll get stuck at the back of my head. He always did this to me. He would act as if he had something important to say, only to blurt out some nonsense that agitated me. I usually brushed it off because it was normal for him to say weird things like this.
