Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Not Like This

When we reach the door, Hoseok immediately barrels out like he had been watching the two of us approach. To prove my point, he literally holds a roll of bandages in his hands— which he was probably done applying to Jimin.

Jimin.

"Thank the Lord!" Hoseok says, giving me a tight hug and then proceeding to smack V on the head with the bandage roll. When he leads me into the house, he stops just before he reaches the door.

Then he turns around with an unsatisfied expression, fixing his cheerful eyes on V. As if he was still not done, he pokes V on the nose with the roll again— making me stifle my laughter.

"Okay, hyung. I'm sorry." V says as he holds down the bandages. "We made up."

"I'm interested to hear that story." Hoseok shoots him a glance as he finally opens the door to let us in. Any minute out in the open could be dangerous, and he knew.

When me and V walk in drenched from head to toe and shivering, Jin tilts his head in genuine confusion.

"What in the world happened to you two?"

Hoseok motions for me to sit down on the couch and starts to redress my reopened wound with his roll of gauze. Since the pound of adrenaline had faded away, I'd been feeling the painful stings come back up again.

"Nothing." V says lightly, with the slightest note of embarrassment in his voice.

But of course, Hoseok wouldn't just let that go.

Rolling his eyes skyward, he touches up the finishes on my side as he snorts in pretend contempt. "Right— that was nothing, huh?"

Jungkook leans in with curiosity, his eyes alight with interest. "What happened? Why did V hyung just run out like that? That was Noona before, wasn't it?"

I cross my fingers in anxiety as Hoseok pats the bandages down. "Sure, kid. And V, when you say that you made up, you better have made up well. That was just unacceptable."

V winces, which sparks enough attention to draw the rest of them in.

"What did he do?" Then something lights up Jin's eyes, as if he'd gotten a clue at the mysterious events between me and V. His body immediately goes taut with excitement as his eyes dart to my reopened wound. "Oh my gosh— did he—"

"No, hyung." V says sarcastically, crossing his arms as he leans into the couch heavily. "I did not stab a fork into her side. That was so random."

What? Fork?

Jin smiles sheepishly as he slumps back down onto the couch. How had V even gotten that— was it possible that he could read minds or something?

"I just—" V says quietly, showing unusual signs of anxiety. His fingers are clasped behind his back, and his feet have been tapping continuously for the last minute.

"Lost my temper with her."

Jungkook instantly leaps to his feet, his tentativeness in his expression replaced with pure tension. His sudden motion surprises all of us— including V.

"You what?"

Even the words freeze in V's mouth as the maknae fixes an intense gaze at the older man. "You hit her? Is that why her wound reopened?"

He looks like he's about to hit V.

But like the idiot V is, his lips curl into a devilish smirk as he tilts his head downwards.