12hrs - k.th

four

第四个小时。

taehyung, you'd decided, is an okay guy.

sitting next to him, you guys shared the rest of the chips, talking about anything and everything. that was the thing about taehyung, he had an aura so comforting that it felt as if you could tell him your deepest secret. the conversation flowed so easily; you weren't worried about what to say next, or how to fill the gap, because with taehyung, there was no gap. and if there was one, it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. it was just a peaceful silence.

for the first time in a long time, you felt free to do and say as you pleased.

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not being a stuck-up bitch." taehyung says at some point, smiling at you cheekily.

you become a little shy. what taehyung was seeing now was your interior, different to your closed off exterior, a side of you that nobody else saw. you felt vulnerable. you didn't want taehyung seeing how you really felt.

"whatever, peasant." you roll your eyes and look away, putting up your protective shutters again.

taehyung chuckles lightly. he proves once again that he could see right through you. he takes your chin, and gently turns your head so that you're looking at him. you suddenly grow even shyer at the close proximity, looking right into his eyes.

"you're allowed to smile, y/n," taehyung says, "don't be so scared."

you shouldn't have enjoyed the way your name rolled off of his tongue so easily, but you did. you smile (albeit a small, cautious one, but a smile nonetheless), and taehyung so beautifully smiles back.

and your walls slowly crumble, bit by bit, allowing taehyung inside, little by little.