Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Time To Play

"Happy birthday."

I bend down and whisper. The edge of my lips graze the lobe of his ear, and only the cool, pleasurable tingle that shoots up my spine every time I touch him reminds me that I've come closer than I'd expected.

Only a slight trace of my previous drunken state remains, an occasional stinging headache. Drinking was a really bad idea for me if I couldn't even take a few small shots. Even if I turned twenty one, or thirty, for that matter, I'd never purposely put a glass of alcohol to my lips.

"Thank you." He says back, voice hushed and quiet. I knew that the party and all the congratulations had been yesterday, but today was his real birthday. And as far as I knew, no one had told him this after the birthday party.

I joke, partly the truth and most of me already aware that there was no possible way he'd say yes.

"Does that mean I get to come along on your assignment today?"

"No."

Of course.

I can't help the disappointed cloud coming over my face, and like anytime else, V doesn't fail to notice.

His hand tightens around mine.

"Tzuyu," He murmurs silently. "We've gone over this. Your wound still hasn't fully healed. If it reopens, then it might kill you. I can't take that risk. Besides, you still haven't completely gotten over the hangover yet."

I'd listened for a thousand times, but never failed once to stay quiet.

"Yeah, I understand." I say, trying to lighten up the mood with a smile. "Just messing with you. Do you need help with the back?"

He never needs help.

He says yes anyway.

My smile growing wider, I shift to face the undone straps on his battle clothes. This mission wasn't hard— just a typical rich, arrogant man that needed to be taken care of. Unlike the others, this one was lax. Which meant higher chance of success, more probability that they'd come back unscathed.

Which was why I'd asked to go.

"It's going to be okay," His eyes darting to the rest of the members, he quickly reaches down and brushes his lips against mine. When he pulls away, my face is colored and his is beginning to.

"That was," I stutter, pleased and shocked at the same time.

"Unexpected." V finishes my sentence, flicking my hair over my shoulder as he gives me a slight smile. "I find that it gets more of a reaction out of you. Not to mention that I've been wanting to do it for the past minute."

My blush deepens.

"It's going to be fine," He repeats. "Jungkook and Jimin will stay with you— they're skilled enough to protect you. And to keep you company."

Of course.

Jungkook still had healing cuts from the horrible ordeal a week ago. Jimin had the gunshot wound that was almost closed, but would be drastic if it opened.

"Right." I conclude, and he breathes.

"Don't be rash."