Taehyung's POV

At first, my body goes numb, too many thoughts racing through my head like cars on a highway. Then after I come back to my senses, I attempt to sit up, trying to look at his face to see what expression he's wearing, but he stiffen and keeps me in a hug lock.

Since all I can move now is my neck, I slightly tilting my head up to see that his arm is covering his eyes. Is he embarrassed.

"Didn't you say you were tired. You should sleep," he insisted, reach to stroke my hair kind of absentmindedly.

I haven't slept a wink this whole week, so the lack of sleep has taken a toll on my body; mainly because I was focusing so much on Jiminie's late birthday celebrations.

It's not like I used to sleep tons before, I probably started missing 2 or 3 hours of what I usually get which is like 6 or 7, but those few hours are like a virus multiplying, in the end just adding up to an enormous amount of lost sleep.

I pick up on his suggestions; My eyes weighing heavy to the beat of his heart, rapid. I tiredly smile as I imagine what his face is like right now. Cute.

My eye lids stitch together, the beating of his heart and his controlled breathing calming me down. Usually I have trouble going to sleep, but next to him I fall asleep instantly.

My breathing becomes irregular as I douse into a peaceful slumber, forgetting the kind of life I live to dream up a better one.

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Did I get kissed?!?! I jump, sitting up abruptly, my mind finally catching up to the events that were happening; and my breathing heavy like I just woke up from a nightmare. During my little panic wake up I also woke up Jimin with an accidental morning elbow to the gut.

He took it like a man. He makes an ooof sound as his eyes fly open like blinds, startled by the sudden force of my elbow and pained from the outcome of it. Rolling to his side as he clutches his stomach, I temporarily stop my panic attack to check if he's gonna live.

I'm Sorry!" I apologize, beckoning to his side like a worried wife. "Jiminie are you okay?"

One of his eyes peak open while the other one is closed with pain, a weak almost jokey grin forming on his lips. "I'll survive," his voice husky from agony.

"...I'm sorry," I apologize again, my hand mysteriously moving to caress his cheek then his hair. He said he's fine, so why am I still looking at him like this.

I begin to stare at his face, basically scanning it, and I start to notice little things I've never paid attention too; things that make Jiminie, Jimin.

I notice how his hair is slightly messed up from the little hassle just now, yet stays in it's still pulled back shape. How it usually stays that shape by how much he drags his hands through his shining dark locks so easily. It must of been soft was my first thought when I saw him do it, and now that I'm touching it my hypothesis was spot on.

I remember how his eyes always light up when he's having a good time, and how they become dull when he feels a negative emotions; even when he smiles how they become smaller and thick yet you can somehow still see the glisten of his beautiful pearl eyes though the curtains of his long lashes.

The texture of his lips, plumped and soft is what they scream and reveal, with their cherry dyed color to them.

How they always seem to form a small smile everytime he pronounces a word, and just how playful his voice sounds with every word, slightly high pitched compared to average guys. But it's only natural because average guys can't compare to his uniqueness.

He's an exotic flower that luckily bloomed in my life.

I realize he caught me staring because we make eye contact and he was staring too; heat started to fill in my cheeks from remembrance.

"You kissed me," I state the obvious, breaking eye contact and covering my face because this is very embarrassing right now.

Yeah," he mumbles sitting up as he avoids eye contact, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "I did."

"B-but why," I ask but get no response.

Did he just kiss me on a whim; like heat of the moment, cause that heat was freaking burning at the time.

Then it hits me. "Why is it day?" I realize the disturbing glare of the bright sun.

"We slept outside," he answers, magically being able to speak again. We make back eye contact but I break it. I can't look at him without feeling like I'm dying now. "I think we should talk about yester......"his voice gradually goes into the void as I subconsciously tune him out.

The more I think about what he said, the more I start to physically feel myself dying.

I slept outside.

I'mma dead man.

He touches my shoulder and it brings back a memory, scarring memories causing my face to go snow white and my body to move away by instinct.

He looks shaken by my response, but I don't have time to make sure he's okay.

I've gotta go," I murmur, jerking up to my feet and I start to walk away.

"Wait Tae," He says getting up but I don't process his words because of my mind's racing over what petrifies me. I snap out of it when his hand hovers over my shoulder, just to be pulled away without him making contact.

"Is it because I-," he cuts himself off, choking on his own words like they were solid matter, but I knew what he was going to say.

"Is it because I kissed you."

I turn around to face him and my gaze falls onto his hands as he plays with his chubby fingers anxiously, then moves up to his face like it was timed, because the same time my gaze rose to his eyes, his gaze went up to mine.

Once again I'm the first to break the eye contact when I turn back around and continue walking.

I should've told him that wasn't the reason I was rushing out of there, but I would be lying if I said that it wasn't part of it.

I don't know what face I should make in front of him, so I just ran away from the situation; I mumbled goodbye but I don't think he heard.

Hopefully he saw the apologetic and reassuring look in my face even though I felt the spooked and terrified expression written across the surface.

I feel terrible just leaving him like that but my thoughts and feeling are clouded about one demon, the devil himself, that's walking the earth; that woman.

I regret sleeping outside because she would surely notice my absence. So I stop and question if I should even go back, no matter how I look at it this wasn't gonna end close to well for me.

I should run away my mind kept suggesting, a thought that has always been pondering in the shadows of my thoughts desperately coming out into the light. I couldn't help but wonder-

If she locked me up for going out daily, what would she do if I spent the whole night outside.

A big sigh and a grunt of frustration plus anxiousness both escapes my lips.

My minds telling me to run far way, but my legs are carrying me in that direction. My heart says that place is not a home for me, but my eyes said at least it has a roof. My soul told me ditch the cage to be free and enjoy the world, but my body sticked to the familiar path like glue.

I was going nowhere different, because my cowardly self took the lead. My legs began to pick up speed, when it should've been slowing down and turning around.

When the well know building comes into view, my heart starts to beat aggressively yet distant in my ear. I felt tremendously nauseous of the thought that she might be there.

"Don't worry," I fool myself with fake reassurance."It's daytime so she shouldn't be home."

My hand rests on the door knob, it doesn't feel like it has the strength to turn it. But this is a simply a black and white situation, it's either she's here or she's not.

I turn it with the belief that daytime is my ally and nighttime is my enemy.

but today.....

daytime betrays me.

My heart drops to my feet, my stomach doing extreme twist like a roller coaster, my throat suffocating on the very air I breathe.

She's wasted sitting at the table staring me dead in the eye and I feel the anxiety that you feel in horrors build up in the pit of my stomach.

She chugs down a humongous about of alcohol to slam it back down on the table. "WHERE THE FVCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?," she shrieks, making me jump and speechless; the room echoing from her loudness.

Getting up, she walk towards me with a glint in her eyes.

I want to turn and run, but my feet don't move. I feel to scream, yet my lips are sewn shut. My eyes widen with unexplainable fear as she towers over me, I can feel the coldness of her shadow.

I shut my eyes as my stomach, lungs, all my organs just stuff down into my throats when she lunges forward at me. I wait for the pain, I expected to feel my blood spill out of me like a burst sack; yet none of that happens.

Her weight drops onto me as she hugs me tightly. Soft cries flow out the become hard wails over my shoulder.

The stench of alcohol and smoke emit off her clothes and body as it's wrapped around me, making my nostrils burn like hell.

"Im glad," she croaked, tears still falling and voice raspy from crying to hard. " That your okay."

I stand there shocked, this isn't the same woman I've been living with; she would never hug me. My body, stiff, my heart still beating in my ear. The hug felt so warm, I started to melt into it. This was a feeling that I've unknowingly been longing for for such a long time.

You'll never leave me right," something about her voice sounded fakely enchanted. A persuading tone that evil Greek mythology creatures use; but I ignore the feeling.

Maybe I took too long to answer and blanked out in my mind, or the sun suddenly got trapped in an iron box.

All I know is that I blacked out after she said that.

With a slight pain exploding through my head when everything went dark.