Shadow Dancing | K.TH

First Mission

"I knew V had something for her."

A familiar whisper startles me out of my sleep. The morning light is warm on my face as I try to fight through my usual early drowsiness.

"Hyung, that's just his habit."

Something heavy and warm surrounds my waist and my upper shoulders, and for a long second I wonder if this was the blanket or not.

"Still— he's not even awake. Do you have a phone or something on you?"

My back stiff from remaining in the same position so long, I carefully crane my head forward to catch a look at the furiously whispering voices.

Was that V?

But that couldn't be possible— V was— he was—

Pressed all up against me.

It's stunning how fast you can go from a state of sleepiness to that of complete, absolute awakening. My eyes immediately go from drowsy crescents to wide circles as I sit up in  what feels like a millisecond.

Jin and Jungkook.

Of course.

The moment our eyes meet, mine flat and theirs shocked, Jungkook shuts the door so hard that V jumps out of the bed. His body is already set into a fighting stance as he scans the room anxiously.

He looks more surprised to find me instead of an intruder.

"Uh, good morning?" I offer, uncertain if that was the right way to go. He was so unpredictable and bipolar that he was a friend for a moment and then an enemy in the other.

"Who—"

He suddenly winces, his hand pale as he claws at his shoulder. To my horror, the clothes around are tinted with signs of red.

It could only be blood.

"You're hurt." By pure instinct, I jump to examine the reopened wound— guilt slashing through me like a knife. Had it opened again while he was sleeping? It must've— it had seemed perfectly fine last night.

"Don't touch me." He growls as he turns himself away from my stunned form. While on his way out the door, he doesn't even give me a single last glance.

Ouch.

On my way to the door, I glance at myself at the small mirror and nearly faint at the reflection it shows me.

My hair is messy and tangled— my cheeks are rosy from the sun, and there's at least three loose lashes on my face. An internal groan shakes my body as I hurriedly attempt to smooth down my uncontrollable locks.

No wonder he looked so shocked when he saw me. Unfairly enough, he had looked like some kind of model whilst I looked like somebody who just came into civilization after being isolated in a mountain for twenty five years.

Eighteen. Eighteen years.

When I walk into the living room, I see the men sprawled out lazily on the beanbags and couches. V and Hoseok are nowhere to be seen— definitely because of the unexpectedly reopened wound.

I can't help but feel sullen as I try to ignore the suggestive looks Jin and Jungkook give in my direction.

So this is what cruel, heartless killers did in their free time? Watch Spongebob the Squarepants?

"Jungkook, let's watch something else." Yoongi complains as the yellow character laughs a high-pitched, windshield wiper laugh that somehow sounds familiar. "Seriously— when are you going to grow up?"