Not another love story {A Kim Taehyung fanfiction}

Second day; midday

I knew that my face was red like a tomato. I knew that my eyes were glimmering with tears and that I should probably stop hitting him with the pillows.

But I couldn't just let it pass, not when he was laughing. It was unacceptable.

“It was an accident, please relax!” he continued laughing and holding his tummy while I was having the fight of my life.

“I was sleeping, I didn't know what I was doing!!” He added.

“What.” Pillow punch, “is” another pillow punch, “wrong with” another one, “you, Kim Taehyung!?!?!?”

“I told you I didn't do it! It was my sleeping self!”he insisted.

“So you are saying,” I began whispering after that, “that if you dreamed about having sex with me you would do it but it wouldn't be your fault harassing me!”

“Oh my! Stop exaggerating!!! It's just a hickey, nothing more, nothing less.”

“It is something for me!” I walked to the bathroom and closed the door violently.

He bumped to the door, I could hear his breathing pace quickening.

“Was it your first?” he asked.

I didn't answer, not wanting to pay attention to him anymore, my embarrassment rushing like a wave to my now even redder face.

“Oh it was your firrrst!” He rolled his tongue, making fun of me.

I opened the door, almost hitting him in the face but before I could do anything else he grabbed me like I was a bag of potatoes.

He swirled me around in the small area, laughing and yelling me to stop pushing him away.

“Let me go! That's harassment!!” I shouted once.

“Hey listen to me! Stop!” I tried kicking him again. He was too strong for a lost puppy.

Then, he suddenly pushed me down and going to the door, he left me completely stunned.

“Wha-what the-?”

His whole demeanor had changed, bittersweet yet  awkward, eyes darkened.

“Taehyung?” He closed the door to my face.

Some seconds passed and I was already worried for the unstable man. Putting a blanket around my frame I went outside to find him lying in the grass staring at the clouded sky. The sun won't come out today.

It was around one o’clock by then.

I approached him slowly and sat beside his head, starting with playing softly with his black hair.  

There was something else troubling him and it was not my shouts of despair and embarrassment. Seeing him like this only made me regret yelling. After all I was here to help him, he probably made a small mistake though. I tried empathizing with the pensive man.

“Do you miss them?” I whispered

“Hm?”

“Your friends...” I continued

“Of course I do. It's only natural” he spoke with no feelings hidden, mind completely clear.

I felt the sudden urge to embrace him, feel his skin against my own, even though I knew him only for a little while. His fragile body between leaves and flowers, it was as if it belonged there.

Still, the scene reminded me of a cold evening in an even colder mausoleum. A chill run through me.

His pale skin, eyes closed, curls like silk between my fingers, I was mourning for something unknown.

I had to do something to feel him alive.

Almost without knowing it I delicately let my lips rest to his forehead. His lavender scent circling my whole existence. Skin warmed up against my own.

Opening my eyes, only then I realized he had shed a tear.

“I miss them  so much.” His voice cracked.

“But sometimes I miss myself more.”

{You probably have noticed that the female lead doesn't have a name. I would like to keep it that way ;| , do you people mind?}