Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Confusing Obsessions

"He's going to be okay." Hoseok assures me time and time again as I don't stop wringing my hands together. They're already bright red and showing the signs of finger marks— which was probably the cue for me to relax.

"You did amazing, Tzuyu." Jin puts his hand comfortingly on my shoulders, noticing the light shivers running up and down my body. "He was lucky to have you there."

I know that it would've turned out so much better if one of them had been here, but his words bring me enough solace to calm down. I'd been calmer when he'd collapsed— the anxiety I'd been pushing back had seemed to burst out like a broken dam when the rest had returned.

"Ice cream?" Jungkook offers out of the blue, holding out a cone as he licks one himself. When Yoongi sighs in the most dramatic way possible, the maknae holds up his cone defensively.

"What? Ice cream solves everything."

"Thanks, Kook." I smile as I take the cold dessert. Until he'd offered, I hadn't realized how hungry I really was. Ice cream probably wasn't the best option for hunger, but my throat felt so hot it might as well have been.

"See?" Jungkook sticks out his tongue in Yoongi's direction, who rolls his eyes in answer. "She likes it, hyung."

"Is this the first time it's happened?" I ask curiously, letting the sweet flavor melt in my mouth. "That he's acted like this? It is his terminal disease, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Hoseok answers, slipping off his gloves and tossing them into the trash. "And it's his second, actually. The first time he had a reaction like this..." He shakes his head at the memory as he continues. "We literally freaked out so badly that you'd think that we were lunatics instead of assassins."

"Yeah!" Jungkook exclaims, sucking at his ice cream-covered fingers. "Remember Yoongi hyung was so rushed that he brought a piece of chicken instead of that medicine you wanted him to get? That was so—"

Yoongi growls as he claps the maknae's lips shut, whispering words that I was pretty certain included death threats. Jungkook smiles sheepishly as he sits down obediently on the couch, having said what he had to say.

In the corner of my eye, I see Jin tap Hoseok's shoulder. His voice is hushed, but when I focus on just him, I find that I can interpret the whispers.

"Did you get what you needed? For V's medicine— you said that your supplies were running low, right?"

I quickly turn my gaze elsewhere when I feel Hoseok's eyes land on me for a split second. He turns back, not having seemed to notice that a certain someone was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"I did, but hyung. It's getting worse. His body is beginning to deteriorate— we still have a while, but judging from his vitals today and from the vitals from last time, he has an year or so— maximum."

An year.

My heart skips a beat as my fists automatically clench against the couch I'm sitting on. Such perfect timing that I suspect it might've been staged, V stumbles out of his room, lazily sweeping his bangs back.

My room. His room. Whatever.

Jin immediately puts an end to the conversation as he pulls up a smile at the drowsy man.

"How are you feeling? Tzuyu said that you passed out quite dramatically when we were gone."

"I did not!" I protest, trying not to be so sensitive at the gaze V was giving me. "Stop lying!"

"With the way you were acting it might as well have been." Yoongi mutters and I instinctively hurl my pillow towards his smug, stupid face. It only makes me angrier that my throw misses by a mile.

Couldn't one thing go right today?

"Watch out," Hoseok calls, his face stricken. "You might aggravate your wound. It'll be terrible if you opened it back up again. And Yoongi— for heaven's sake, lay off."

"That's hyung to you, Hobi." Yoongi shoots back as he puffs up his chest. "Me being one more year older than you won't ever change."

Ignoring Yoongi and Hoseok's bickering, I turn to someone tugging on the sleeve of my shirt.

Jungkook.

"Noona, I'm hungry—" Then something seems to flash on his face as he immediately straighten up his face. "Never mind. Never mind. Ignore everything that I just said."

"Is maknae hungry for another sandwich?" I say, smirking as I whip him back around. What happened before when he asked me for food still must have left an imprint on his mind.

"No—maknae isn't hungry anymore." He makes a face, as if he's remembering the expensive taste of the expensive sandwich.

"I'll fix you a PBJ this time."

"Really?" He turns back, a bright smile on his face instead of a sullen look.

"I knew you were hungry!" When the maknae's expression instantly turns depressed again, I pretend to be stricken with hurt.

"Was my cooking that bad?"

Jungkook's mouth drops open at my pitiful expression, and both of his hands instinctively go up in a defensive wave. "No, Noona. It was really good, I promise. It just— wasn't—"

"Come on, we all know that your sandwich nearly gave the poor boy food poisoning. It's a wonder that he didn't get salmonella from all those caviar—"

I'm satisfied to say that this time, I don't miss.

Yoongi lets out a grunt as the pillow clocks him right in the nose.

"Please be quiet." I say smugly as he shoots me a look that could kill. Knowing that he'd just roast me again if I tried arguing, I dismiss him the most obnoxious way I possibly could've with an eye roll that I probably failed at.

"Come on, maknae." I say, tugging Jungkook up to his feet. "I promise I'll make you something else."

When Jungkook goes all happy-go-lucky on me, I can't help but feel my mood lift at the sight of him. With his doe eyes and baby face, I could swear that he could lift anyone's mood no matter how depressed they were.

"PBJ?" He asks, and I nod, blowing out an amused breath over his strange obsession with peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I'd always thought it was too messy and sticky to really enjoy, yet this boy in front of me was begging on his knees for it.

"PBJ." I confirm, pulling the delighted boy towards the kitchen.

To tell the truth, all I wanted was to escape the tense room. Yoongi had been aiming a pillow back at me anyways, and V was giving me this unreadable look that unsettled me. Honestly, everything about the closed off man set me off— and not in a pleasant way.

He was just so complicated to figure out, and I hated that I was so obsessed over him because of that.

A/n: I have no idea what I just wrote but hopefully I'll get some good plot soon. Lol 😆 Finally learning what a writers block feels like.