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Chapter 5

"What the hell are you doing outside my door, perv?"

Taehyung frowned. "I'm not a pervert, don't call me that. And I came to say sorry."

He pushed Jimin to the side to enter, not caring that the smaller looked scandalized at his actions.

"Sorry, but who do you think you are? You do realize that you're currently trespassing. You should be grateful that my friend is out working or you'll be having a black eye by now." Jimin scoffed, following the taller into the living room.

"I towld yu, aym here to apowojize."

Jimin looked like he's going to burst as he watched Taehyung sit down on his gray couch while he stuffed his mouth with Jimin's popcorn and pressed the play button on the remote to resume stranger things. He took the bowl from the table so he could lean back on the couch more comfortably.

Jimin can't find a single reason why this stranger suddenly decided to appear out of nowhere to "apologize" since he actually accused Jimin of being a stalker this morning. Not to mention he's a huge jerk and Jimin knows since the first time he saw Taehyung that he doesn't like the boy anywhere near him.

"I beg you pardon?" Jimin continued to look pissed at him, hoping that Taehyung would just state his business and leave peacefully.

"Then beg, bitch." Taehyung flatly replied, his eyes being glued to the show playing.

If this was someone else, a close friend maybe, Jimin might've laughed at his poor attempt of a joke all morning since he finds everything funny but that's not the case. His hatred for this alien looking human seemed to grow.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, one hand on his hip (a habit of him each time he feels like he's gonna lash out) while he stood in front of Taehyung, not that the latter's attention is on him. Taehyung only pretended like Jimin's not there and acted like he's back at his own flat.

"How is this counted as an act of apology, Kim?" Jimin sighed. He gave up on having a normal day ever. "Just tell me why you're here." Jimin sighed down next to Taehyung on the couch.

"I came to protect you, Park." He nonchalantly replied, wincing when he accidentally bit too hard on a kernel and he fears that he cracked his tooth.

Jimin made an exaggerated scoff, it's not every day that someone random, a stranger, offers you protection. But from what exactly?

"And from what do I need to be protected from?" Jimin's voice was in a joking tone, hoping that it would piss Taehyung of.

But it didn't. The boy continued to watch with dark eyes and Jimin thought for a while if he's blind because he's watching the show but he's eyes doesn't seem like it's locked on the tv itself.

Taehyung shrugged before answering. "To protect you from the things you don't see, of course." And Jimin wonders how he made something so weird sound so casual.

Jimin might not see it but Taehyung absolutely can. Can see that dark thing staring at them with its eyes that are all colored white, not having any pupils or irises. Those soulless eyes but Taehyung can swear it's watching their every move.

He felt a wave of deja vu every time he comes across these entities and a strange feeling of anger.

It's not even doing anything else other than standing beside the television. It knows Taehyung can see it. It has a dark black hole on it's face and Taehyung assumed it's the mouth.

Jimin let out a surprised yelp when the taller slammed the bowl of popcorn back on the table and grabbed his collar to make him face the opposite direction. Taehyung pulled it down until Jimin's back and collarbones are exposed which made Jimin thrash around to get away from him. But Taehyung's strength is no match for him, he single handedly kept him in place.

"What the fuck! This is-" 

Taehyung cut him off before he can continue. "Shut up, I'd rather die than to rape you. I'm looking for something so stay still."

There's something in his voice that made goosebumps appear on Jimin's soft skin and a cold shiver ran down his spine but he'll never admit that.

Taehyung kept on looking but there's nothing on his neck or anywhere close to there, he didn't notice anything on his arms and legs too so he pushed the hem of his shirt upwards. Jimin tried to stand up to get away only to be pushed back down on the couch.

And Taehyung found it. Just above his hips on his back. It looks like a birthmark but Taehyung's sure it's not. It was a crescent shape and veins were too visible around it, almost looking like roots under a tree.

"Now you're really creeping me out, Kim." Jimin snatched the piece of his plain black shirt to face a serious and frowning Taehyung.

"Did you get a tattoo?" There wasn't a hint of playfulness on his voice like he did earlier and Jimin hates it when things look too serious. He's looking at him with eyebrows knitted together.

"Why the fuck would I get a tattoo? Why? Is there something wrong?" Jimin unconsciously put a hand on where Taehyung's eyes were about to dig holes. He felt nothing but skin although he remembered that it's the spot where he frequently scratch.

"No," Taehyung laughed like a mad man and Jimin is contemplating if he should call the cops immediately or not. "I'm only messing with you, Park. No need to look like you're about to have a heart attack." 

That earned him at least four punches oh his chest and three on his left arm. "Get out." The shorter stood up and pointed at the main door. 

Taehyung grinned at him, giving a last glance at the TV and left through the main door without saying anything else.

When Jimin locked the door after he left he wished he never stepped foot on Taehyung's place. He hurriedly went inside the bathroom and lift his shirt up, his back facing the mirror. There wasn't anything on his back and the thought of Taehyung's hand on him makes him want to throw up his dinner. 

"He's surely a pervert." He grumbled quietly.

He went back to his couch, frowning when he notice that the bowl is less than half. He laid down, his body felt weak and he realized he feels this way since a few weeks ago like he's so low on energy and small actions or exercises tire him easily.