Killer Cruise

Chapter 33

Taehyung POV:

I pace outside her door, it shut hours ago, with her inside. She hasn't opened it since. It's 4 a.m, rain poured outside the window, the ship bobbed unevenly on the waters.

Everyone saw it, her face completely fell when she read that message by the door. The only thing louder than the sound of her cracking that evil giants nose would be the sound of her heart cracking.

The 6 of them were all fast asleep, no matter how hard I tried too and no matter which one of them I cuddled I couldn't sleep. Yes, I did try cuddling each of them individually.

Pressing my ear against her door I try listening for her, any indication that she's there; snoring, crying, sneezing, just anything so I know she's okay.

Silence.

Turning the knob, I peer inside. Just 1 little peek won't make me a creep. In the centre of the bed, bundled in blankets, only her head peeking out as she vacantly stares at the vent.  

"You god- good?"

Your POV:

Time slipped through my fingers like sand, I huddle among thick blankets, my eyes never once leaving the taped up vent, their screws coated in layers of superglue. My leg shook, tapping rhythmically against the mattress as I waited.

Waited for something bad to happen.

The door creaks open, Taehyung peering inside the room, eyeing my form.

"You god- good?"

Shaking my head I plummet facedown into the sheets, fear choking me until it was all that I could feel. Cool air hits my back, sending a chill down my spine as the blanket is gently peeled away. Gentle touches, more delicate than flower petals coax me into sitting, the gentle touches only hardening to grip my waist, shifting me to sit on his legs facing him.

"Why?"

I press my eyes shut, blocking him out, his voice his touches but they were so addictive, even with my eyes shut my body reacted, leaning against him, my head resting in the crook of his neck, letting the scent of lavender intoxicate me.

"I'm pathetic aren't I?" I mumble against his skin, not caring if he understood or not, I just wanted to get it off my chest. In a way it would have been better if he didn't understand, I wouldn't have to worry about him betraying me "again and again I screw up, I'm just trying to do the right thing but what even is the right thing to do anymore?"

And time and time again, all I end up doing is mope around while crying in his arms. My breath shook, his hand tangling itself in my hair, patting my head.

"I don't even know why I'm letting you do this, why I feel so comfortable around you, so at ease, so ...safe," my hands went around his waist "I'm pathetic."

He hums in response "Wrong, your are (Y/n),"

"No, no that's not what I meant, I know I'm (Y/n)-"

"I know too," he cut me off "Namjoon hyung says pat-petic is add-jective," which describe part of noun,"

"Taehyung I don't need an English class righ-" He silences me by clamping my lips shut with his hand.

"Add-jective is not noun. You are noun, pat-petic only describe part of you- your feeling, but is not you. You are you, you pick your add-jective,"

...I pick my adjective.

Slowly raising my head, I look into his intense eyes, enjoying the moment as it is. I'm afraid again, if I make another move, everything will shatter. I will shatter and given the circumstances I don't have time to pick up the pieces.