I Can't See You (On Hiatus)

十七

これはどんな感じですか？

8:00 pm

Taehyung POV

I can't go to Jimin's, because he's having dinner with a new classmate of his.

I can't go to school, because it's closed for orientation day.

I definitely can't go home, because even if I make the slightest sound, Jungkook will hear me.

My head pounds at the mere thought of him.

What the hell is happening? 

Or simply, what the hell?

First he's a bully, then a stranger, then my best friend, then he kisses me.

And then I liked the kiss.

I yell frustratedly, scaring away a group of pigeons. As they flap frantically, a single grey feather falls off, and drifts through the air. My eyes follow it, and it stops as it bumps into a big neon sign that reads 'bar'.

Thank god.

I really need a drink right now.

I plop down in a bar chair, and the bartender comes up to me.

"You look like you need something strong," He smiles, handing me a glass of whiskey. "On the house."

I manage a weak smile, and down the alcohol in one go. The sting is good, but not enough. I need something so shocking, so sharp and awakening that I can't walk in the morning.

"Taehyung?"

My eyes widen. This isn't the shocking thing I wanted.

"Taehyung!" Jungkook says again. "I know you hear me."

My eyebrows crease. I turn around hesitantly. 

"Well, this is awkward," He mumbles, rubbing his neck. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Same," I crack a weak smile. "I...um.."

The sensual strumming of an acoustic guitar fills the room, and couples fill the dance floor as strobe lights light up the bar with amber and red glows. Jungkook grins, and downs another shot of vodka. He offers me his hand.

"Well, we've come this far," He says. "A dance?"

I smirk.

"Fine."

I let Jungkook pull me amidst the crowd, and shiver excitedly when I feel him put his arms around my waist. My hands go around his neck, and our bodies are so close together I can feel the heat around us. 

"You used to latin dance when you were a freshman," Jungkook remembers. "Show us what you got!"

I laugh, and roll my eyes, but I comply. My hips sway to the Latin beat, rolling my body ever so slowly, as Jungkook watches me intently, our fingers slowly interlacing. When I dance, I'm bolder, unlike how I usually am. This new boost of confidence gives me the courage, and I stare right into his awestruck eyes. I can't help letting a proud smirk slip my lips, watching his body turn to putty. 

When the song ends, I find myself spinning in a small twirl, and then falling into Jungkook's arms. Immediately I am my shy self again, and I bite my lip sheepishly.

"Was that good?" I ask casually. Jungkook doesn't answer, and I'm puzzled.

"Um, Jungkook?"

His lips seal mine with a kiss.

Just like the kiss from earlier, it makes my stomach go all funny, and my head spin, and suddenly colours and lights are sharper than before. Every touch is magnified, and when the pads of his fingertips trail down my jaw, I feel it. I feel it all.