Fear | K.th [Editing]

Choose Your Poison [51°]

"We was suppose ta leave this mornin', but I guess dat plan's cancelled." I hear Korain mention, sitting on the edge of the bed as he throws on a shirt, but then takes it off when he realizes he needs to take a shower.

I was wrapped up in Taehyung's arms, too tired to move or talk, going in and out of sleep.

Taehyung pulls me closer to him, my naked body pressing up against his, feeling his warm lips kiss my burning forehead gently. I feel embarrassed. I wouldn't stop pestering Taehyung about how he makes me feel when he touches me while I was drunk, he got tired of it and pulled me into the bathroom to "give me a taste of what I wanted." We ended up doing it three times in the shower.

He pulls the covers up more over my shoulders as he converses with Korain. I was barely listening, but I could make up some of their conversation.

"When'll I getta see 'em?"

"When we-"

They stop talking when there's a knock on the door. I try looking over at the door, my eyelids feeling heavy against my eyes. Taehyung gets out of bed, gently positioning my head against the pillow. I hear the sound of a gun cocking, then timid footsteps. The door opens and a gruntled voice begins speaking, asking for rent money. Some words are exchanged and then the door closes. Korain laughs, asking Taehyung who they expected to be on the other side of the door that made them so alert. Taehyung mentions the Mafia. That they're running from: Blue Rose could be a possibility. Maybe even people Korain had managed to somehow make them dislike him (which isn't very hard) could be after Korain and we get caught in the crossfire.

"A'ight, probability: 89%. Ya got me there." I decide to get up, remembering something I had to do before we go back to the institution and I'm trapped forever; something that might help me. Taehyung helps me up, telling me to slow down. I was just exhausted because he...did stuff to me...just because we're like "cool" now, doesn't mean he should baby me. I push him away from me, telling him that I can handle myself.

"Oh, I know. You're just naked." I sit back down, pulling the blanket over me and demanding clothes. A cocky grin appears as he goes over to the plastic bag he had walked in with yesterday. He pulls out a light blue sweater and some grey shorts, I notice a pair of underwear bunched in between the clothing. He hands me the clothes and I thank him.

We look over at Korain, who was staring at me in the corner of the room. Upon realizing he had been noticed he turns around, his back facing us. Then I look up at Taehyung. His brows raise, supposedly he was expecting me to get changed in front of him. I motion him to turn around as well, to which he groans and walks over to Korain as I get dress. "I need some money for a pay phone, by the way." I tell Taehyung as I step into the undies. Taehyung asks me who I'm trying to call. I furrow my brows. Why does it concern him who I call? He's not my fucking parent and if he was, he for sure would be killed just like my late father. I ignore his question and repeat myself as I pull up the shorts, grabbing the bra to strap around my chest.

"Who are you trying to call?" I ask him why it matters. Then I ask him why he's making such a big deal about this. He makes up some bullshit excuse. I'm not about to argue with him, turning toward Korain and instead asking him for quarters for a pay phone. Since my man can't afford for me, I'll take my issues to my side-man. "Korain." His brother looks over at him then looks back at me, he was hesitating. He was hesitating, because he knew that he's pushed Taehyung right at the edge of the line, and if he gives me quarters he would be stepping over the line.

"Korain."

I smile sweetly, I know that he knows that I have a load of blackmail on him, so he better cough up the money before I accidentally address his sins. Taehyung turns around, not caring if I was fully dressed or not and walks over to me. "I'm coming with you." He looks around for a clean shirt. I tell him that won't be necessary as I pull the blue sweatshirt over my head, grabbing a pair of shoes by the bed and slipping them on. He insists. I was starting to get aggravated again.