Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Bonus: Entanglement

"I missed you. Why did you leave me?"

V admits as I feel the soft silk of his hair underneath the pad of my thumb. Feeling his large hands fit perfectly against my curves, I quickly give him a kiss before I explode into helpless laughter.

"V, it's been one day. And Kiera needed help to find her wedding dress for tomorrow."

He frowns. "I don't care about Kiera and her wedding dress. I care about you."

I giggle again, wondering why he was so expressive today. Usually he was too shy to show his feelings in words, which was why he preferred touching more than speaking.

"You know Jimin would murder you if he heard you say that," I remark as he touches my cheek like it was something fascinating. "He loves her a lot."

"Jimin can try," V says in a challenging tone as he fingers the spot where he always kept his knife. But strangely today, he comes up with nothing- looking immensely confused when he doesn't.

I raise a curious eyebrow as he dismissively shrugs the topic of his missing knife away.

Was he okay?

"And I love you more." He declares, and the feeling that something was undeniably wrong tingles up my spine. V was nothing like himself today- it was like he switched out his personality for a completely different one.

But why in the world would he act like this?

Then it hits me.

"Are you drunk, V?" I muse as I tilt my head at him. Now that I had the chance to look at him more closely, I see his cheeks are a bit blushed, his eyes unfocused.

"Drunk? What's that?"

Definitely drunk.

"Okay, V. Time to go to bed and have a nice sleep. I swear if you show up at your best friend's wedding day all drunk and dizzy, I will murder you."

"Why did you leave me alone?" He slurs as he blinks slowly. Before I can even reply, he presses his hand against my side and touches his lips to mine.

Don't tell me he drank himself to this state because I left him alone for a few hours.

But to be honest, V wasn't a very good drinker, which was why he refrained from doing so at all. Even a tiny cup was more than enough to push him over the sanity line.

V tries to kiss me more, but I manage to push him away. This wasn't time to lose myself, when V had already done that. He had to get some rest as soon as possible so he would be sober by Jimin's wedding.

"Now you're not even kissing me." V complains, and I smile at the childish expression on his face as I reach up on my tiptoes to pat his head affectionately.

"I would, but I'm just saving you some embarrassment by the time you sober up." I remark as he starts sulking, his lips curved downwards in an adorable pout.

Maybe I'd get him drunk on purpose sometimes, just to see this expression again.

"You don't like me anymore." He whispers, and I sigh inwardly. When he got drunk, all the insecurities he'd been hiding came pouring out like a waterfall. "I'm not good enough."

Where did that ever come from? He was the most flawless person I'd seen in my entire life.

But I knew that when you were drunk, you spilled out secrets that you wanted to keep hidden. I knew that him saying this actually meant that he really thought of himself as such, and I absolutely hated that he did.

You are too good for me, Kim Taehyung.

"I love you," I assure him as I kiss him on the nose. "And you are perfect."

"Is perfect good enough?" At that moment when he says that, he looks so focused on thinking that I can't stop my heart from melting into a puddle in my chest.

"Yes, it is." I say as I hold out a hand for him to take. "Now let's get you to bed, okay?"

He doesn't take my hand.

He flips me over his shoulder instead.

I shriek so loud that he winces, a finger on his lips for silence. Making sure I wouldn't fall, he takes me to the bedroom and carefully sets me down on the mattress.

"V?" I murmur confusedly as he pushes my upper half down onto the bed, adjusting my position so I was lying in a comfortable posture.

When he starts pulling the blankets all the way up to my neck, I realize that he's misunderstood me completely. Laughing, I sit up again, ignoring his scolding look.

"V, I want you to go to sleep. I'm not tired at all."

His eyelids are drooping, and from there it isn't hard to get him to lie down. But one condition he particularly stresses is that I have to be next to him, and so I obediently follow his requirement.

He was like an oversized baby when he got drunk.

When I finally get him to sleeping position, he starts playing with my hair. His slender fingers feel comforting and gentle as he tugs on my strands, twisting them around his finger.

"You smell nice," He comments as he pulls me closer to his body, until my tucked hands are touching his chest. "I can't describe it. But it's like flowers."

When I open my mouth to say thank you, he sighs and covers the back of my head with his hands. The sadness from before is back again, twisting and glinting in his eyes.

"Are you going to leave again?"

His voice is tentative, despite the waves of sleepiness and alcohol that must be washing through his body. To completely put him at ease, I close the inches between us as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and squeeze as tightly as I can.

"No, V. I'm not going to leave you. I'll stay for as long as you'd like me to."

He smiles softly, the expression barely noticeable as he slowly nods.

"Then stay forever."

Then he closes his eyes, his skin warm and flushed with alcohol as my own makes contact. His long lashes brush the spot below his eyes as his breathing gradually evens out.

Why is he so cute?

Like he wants to make sure, his arms press my body to his, locking it in place. He smells warm and fresh, like bread that has just come out of the oven. It doesn't help my mentality that I can feel his chest heave in a steady rotation of rises and falls.

With an important day tomorrow, at least I should be the one who kept her head. Jimin's wedding with Kiera was soon, and I couldn't afford to fall asleep when I should be preparing the both of us for it.

But with Taehyung's hands in my hair and his breath warm on my neck, there's nothing more than I want to do at the moment but to fall asleep with his body entangled to mine.