"Don't just stand there! Come on!" Taehyung says.
"It's okay," I sit down on the seat.
He takes hold of my wrist and drags me up while he stands behind me.
"This is fun! Here, your turn," he passes me a bottle of spray paint.
Shaking the bottle I paint the wall. Moving my hands freely I draw random lines. It feels like I'm independent; a blank canvas all for me to fill with new things or new experience, not a crease left behind by the old.
He moves closer to me. His torso against my back. He takes hold of my wrist and I instantly stop painting.
"Let's try writing something," he whispers into my ear and I do the mistake of looking back up at him. The close proximity makes my heart beat wildly. I turn back around immediately, nodding.
His hands control mine as he starts writing letters. I scrunch my nose because of the smell from the paint. The bright red paint stands out on the almost white wall. Time had turned the once white walls into a sour cream color but it was nothing close to ugly.
"There! Done," he whispers.
I look up to read the words,
'Crimson sky'
"Huh? Why though?" I ask amused.
"Because you don't like the crimson sky," he chuckles.
"Uh I hate you," I move away.
"Hey! I just helped you," he pulls me back and hugs me. I could feel his heart pounding but maybe I couldn't differentiate between his and mine. He was taller by almost eight inches and as a result my head burrowed into his chest. He smelled of cologne and mint and I smile at the unusual, tingling feeling.
"And how did you help me?" I look up to him.
"Remember this when you look up to the crimson sky," he whispers.
"Remember what? The wall?"
"No! Not the wall," he looks into my eye and inching forward, tilting his head, "this," he whispers before closing the distance between us and pressing his lips against my own. My heart beats wildly. Was this all happening? The tingling feeling was back again, making my body experience this foreign and yet warm feeling..but this wasn't the first time.
Almost immediately the siren started blaring and Taehyung pulls away immediately.
"Shit!"He curses.
Dropping the paints down he clutches on to my hand.
"Run!" He shouts.
I hear the footsteps of the police men get closer and my legs seem to move faster. Taehyung pulls me into a narrow path between two buildings and I breathe heavily as I slump against the wall. I look up to him and I see him smile.
"What are you so happy for?" I whisper.
"We just esacp-" his words are cut of by the policemen that now pass us.
"Check the alley," one of the men whispers.
And Taehyung being the dumb shit that he is moved out. I had the urge to pull him back. Is he crazy? Why did he want to get arrested so badly?
"Fuck!" I curse.
"There!" The police man stops as he glares at Taehyung.
Next thing I do shocks myself. I don't realize what I have put myself into until I step out too. I notice one of the two policemen whisper something but the other shakes his head, denying.
I scrunch my nose and once I look at Taehyung I lift my hands too. He stares at me weirdly, "why the fuck did you move out? How dumb are you?" He whispers.
The policeman clears his throat and I look away from Taehyung.
When the police men engage in another of their whispering-conversation I return my gaze to Taehyung.
"Which fucker din't want to get arrested alone?" I sigh.
"Jennie? Are you nuts?" He asks in disbelief.
The clearing of the throat brings me to return my attention to the police men.
One of my nightmares, the thing which I was running away from, thing which I din't want to face, as though all had talked to each other and decided that they would attack me at the same time, the police man lifts his eyebrow.
"Jennie Kim?!?" He asks.
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Crimson Sky| Taennie
Fiksi Penggemar"Ah yes?" "You don't like this time of the day right?" He asks. "No," I look away. He knew it? "Don't lie, you always spent the evenings locked up inside your room," he mutters. "Okay I don't like it," I say. "Why?" He asks. Shouldn't he know tha...
