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Impossible

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JISOO

I was going to happily march my way home after ratting Taehyung out for ever giving his friends the impression that we were dating.

Key word: was.

But when I saw those two movie tickets for The Conjuring wrapped oh-so delicately in his hands... I had to come up with another idea.

"Do you actually want to watch this movie with me?"

"No!" I shake out of his grasp, "Of course not. I'm just... bored."

"That's it? You're just bored?"

"Yep." I pop the 'P' in exasperation, "Let's go watch the movie now?" My demand comes out more like a whiny question and I hate it.

"Sure." He seems unconvinced, a teasing smirk dancing on his face.

It's annoying.

So what if I'm actually really looking forward to this movie? That's nothing to be embarrassed about. I march off towards the elevator without giving him a chance so say anything.

We step through the two elevator doors silently. It's almost awkward but I'm too busy fuming to notice his fidgety hands.

Ten or so people come in when we reach the 6th floor, and Taehyung scoots to my right to leave more space for the others. His arm presses against mine, though he quickly shifts his weight so we aren't touching anymore. Why is he so nervous?

Then on the 8th floor, a woman comes in with a baby stroller, making everyone squeeze together even more.

To get rid of my discomfort, I turn to Taehyung so that it clears up more space.

My mistake.

Since there are so many people in here, my back is pressed against the glass of the lift, with Taehyung hovering directly over me. I just now notice his elbow resting on the wall beside my face, which causes him to lean in even closer.

Why is he staring at me so much? His eyes are literally locked on my lips and I feel like he's judging me. Suddenly the thin layer of cosmetics on my face feels heavier. Do I look that weird in makeup?

"Sorry," he whispers, Dorito breath hitting me full force.

I try to not be obvious about avoiding it when I turn my head away.

We're like that for the next few seconds. With my face in the other direction, his Dorito breath is less prominent, but the heat from his chest isn't. To distract myself from his presence, I notice the couple in the opposite corner of the elevator.

The girl is angry. Her arms are crossed and she appears to be on the verge of tears. The guy isn't happy either, but displays a look of guilt as opposed to anger.

The elevator finally dings, letting the 14 or so people free from the tiny space. I scram with eagerness to breathe conditioned air as opposed to cool ranch infused oxygen. Taehyung and I make it away from the crowd of people and stand in the middle of the bustling mall.

I'm not used to leading conversations between us and Taehyung is being oddly silent. Usually, he's the one chatting his mouth off as I listen and occasionally nod. That's how it's always been, but now I feel somewhat obligated to say something.

I can't doubt myself anymore.

"So," I attempt to be friendly, "Do you like horror movies?"

"Uh, yes! I love them." He looks awfully enthusiastic for how willing he was to cancel earlier. "Horror movies are like my favorite thing. Like I literally don't understand how people are scared of them, like it's so entertaining and if anyone gets scared, like wow that's so unmanly of them--"

As he's babbling, I glance at the clock, "Shoot, the movie is starting!" I pull onto his wrist, "We have to hurry."

In a blur of hastily dragging Taehyung through the ticket booth, concession stand, and theatre hall, we finally settle into our seats. I internally deflate because the movie is already a good few minutes in.

Luckily, I've watched the trailer for this like, ten times so I have a pretty good gist of what's going on; a family is moving into a house that's haunted by a spirit.

They're starting to notice the weird happenings around their new house, and I get excited when the music starts to turn eerie. I'm completely focused on the darkening atmosphere of the scene, when one of the girls is sleepwalking, and banging her head onto the closet door.

The monotonous banging of her head and the subtle concern of the eldest sister adds to the tense mood. Then out of nowhere, a piercing screech shoots through the speakers, and the movie pans over to the gruesome sight of an elderly looking spirit, hair like seaweed and posture like that of an angered monkey.

I jump a little at the scene, but I'm ultimately satisfied with the adrenaline boost.

It takes me a few seconds to process the snake-like grip on my arm.

Taehyung is holding onto me for dear life, his eyes shut and head practically buried into my armpit.

"Taehyung?" I don't shake my arm or anything, but he seems shocked enough by my inquiry to repel back like touching me would burn him.

"Yeah? W-what's up?"

I furrow my brows at him. "You good?"

"Yep," he squeaks.

I don't say anything, simply giving him a confused nod. We return our focus to the movie, but I don't miss the way he covers his eyes and sinks down into his seat every few minutes—especially at more intense scenes.

Then it hits me.

He's scared.

I want to see the movie but at the same time, Taehyung's terrified face is too funny to miss. He literally looks like a child.

I snort, and continue watching the movie with an amused smile on my face. He's so weird.

Lorraine, one of the investigators, falls into the cellar. The scene is pitch black aside from the dull lighting of her flashlight. It's almost peaceful, until the music starts to intensify along with the haunting speech of a spirit.

The spirit's skin is a gory blue and purple; her skin seems as though it's on fire and her blood vessels will pop out.

Two pale feet drop into the scene, hovering over the ground.

Taehyung's scream outshines Lorraine, and he clings onto me, arms wrapped around my shoulder as he covers his face in my shoulder.

The warmth from his hold is a juxtaposition to the sudden chill up my spine. What is he doing?

Lorraine has stopped screaming in the movie, but Taehyung is still hugging me.

"Hey." I nudge him with my elbow, speaking in a light voice, "The scene's over."

A few seconds of silence passes.

"Just let me stay here for a minute," he mumbles into my shoulder. I now become aware of the splotch of dampness on my shirt, and realize that he's crying.

Oh dear. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.

He's so cute.

A bit awkwardly, I bring up a hand to pat his head. I don't know if it's actually comforting, since he seems to stiffen up at the contact. My eyes are glued to the screen, though I honestly don't know what's happening in the movie anymore.

Taehyung finally pulls away, and we meet each other's gaze.

His eyes are a little puffy, although I can't really see it in the darkness of the theatre. His mouth seems to be slightly ajar, as if awe for some reason.

Why do I always find myself in situations where I'm face to face with Taehyung?

A pain jolting through my wrist makes me yelp and jump up a bit, gaining the attention of a few other movie-goers. I bow apologetically and rub the tingling skin to ease the pain.

Why did Jin have to choose a painful signal? Couldn't he have decided to buzz my bracelet or something instead? Also, does there have to be a mission at this particular point in time? I was just getting to the best part.

The climax of the movie, I mean.

Either way, he's trying to tell me that someone is tainted and I need to go ASAP.

I look around the theatre for the exit, before standing up.

"What happened?" Taehyung's concerned question and grabbing my wrist stops me.

"Uh," I wrack my brain, "Just um, diarrhea again."

It's almost sad how easily the lie slips off my tongue.

He seems taken aback, but soon sinks in his seat and nods, "Alright, I'll catch you up on the movie later on."

"If you can open your eyes to watch it, that is."

He straightens up in offense as I dash through the row, holding back giggles.

A familiar bubble of giddiness ascends to my cheeks. When I make it outside, I find a secluded alleyway and bite into my bracelet, the transformation gliding over me easily.

Now that I'm not scrambling to find a place to transform, I let the past fifteen minutes settle in.

A date. With Taehyung. He hugged me. And I actually... liked it?

I have a crush on V, not Taehyung, so why am I here with him? Why am I finding his endearing behaviors... endearing? There's no way I have a crush on two people, right?

That's impossible.

TAEHYUNG

I probably shouldn't have told her that I'd catch her up on the movie when I'm not even staying to see it.

The buzz from my bracelet urges me to leave, along with the growing fear of having no one to hold onto when another scary scene pops up.

Okay, maybe I'm a little bit scared of horror movies. Just a bit.

I was pretty insecure about it, but when she patted my head, I felt like maybe that fear wasn't so embarrassing after all. In fact, it only made me like her more.

She. Patted. My. Head.

So I'll play the role of the scaredy cat and she protects me. It's like a reverse cliche, but it's still cute. Aren't we made for each other?

Dammit. I'm fucking whipped.

Shaking off the thoughts of Jisoo, I focus on the mission. The faster I can get this done and over with, the faster I can get back to her. I don't want her to think that I stood her up or something.

I transform in an empty bathroom stall, and as soon as no one's in the bathroom, I jump out of the window. Casually, because I think I'm actually starting to get used to this whole superhero thing now.

The sky is pretty clear today, and there's a good amount of wind as I bounce across rooftops. Luckily, the people below me seem to be too focused on whatever's happening down there to notice me practically flying in the sky.

Everytime I land on another building, my stomach drops a bit even though I know I won't fall.

This is the type of adrenaline I like. Not the jumpscares and faces popping up outta nowhere. If that happened in real life I would probably scr--

"V?"

My heart plunges out of my ass as I let out a shriek.

"Sorry!" RC backs up, startled, and then lets out a light chuckle, "I didn't think I'd scare you that much."

I sigh in relief when I find that it's just her, and resume sprinting around to find that little tug in my chest. She follows my path.

"It's fine. I just get scared easily," I say, feeling a bit more than embarrassed.

"No worries," she says, "Let's get this mission over with."

She picks up her speed, catching up from behind.

"Yeah, talk about bad timing," I comment, propelling myself off an extra wide fence.

She takes a different approach, instead flipping over the fence and bouncing off the tilted roof below. RC looks so badass. I hate it.

"Why? You had plans or something?" she asks casually.

I let out a grunt, landing a little harshly, "More than just plans," I huff. "I was on a date."

RC missteps, uncharacteristically yelping when she plops on the slippery roof. I pause and head over in concern. It looks like there's some minor impact on the knee, but nothing too bad.

"Everything alright?" I ask, holding out a hand.

She hesitantly takes it, shakily standing up and avoiding eye contact. Time seems to still when she finally looks at me. Her eyes are penetrating and concerned, yet timid and scared.

It's such a foreign expression to me that my breath gets caught in my throat.

"Sorry," she breathes out, looking a bit frazzled, "What were you saying again?"

"Oh, uh," I blink a few times, not thinking what I said was that important. "I just said that I was on a date."

"With who?"

I almost say Jisoo's name, but realize that we aren't supposed to say anything that can reveal our identity. RC has always been the more strict one between us, so it perplexes me to see how interested she is. I decide to keep it vague.

"With the girl I like."

Author's Note:

me: i don't like complicated love stories
also me:

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