ColourBlind~~~ BTS AU

Side Effects- Chapter 4

[TW// Panic Attacks]

As I hung up the phone, my eyes darted across the room at Taehyung, whose childish grin beamed at Tannie, whose furry cheeks he was currently squishing. "Never guess who that was..." I boasted.

"Jin." Taehyung sarcastically replied as he paid little attention to my glowing smile. "Yes, but more specifically, that new actor Kim Seokjin." I retorted, which had undoubtedly caught Taehyung's attention. His eyes widened, and his smushing of Tannie's cheek paused temporarily.

I nodded and offered a bright smile to express I was being genuine. Like two love-struck teens, we lay on our fronts laughing and gossiping about what he was like. "I've not met him in person yet, but I watched his screen test. Give him five years. He'll be building mansions from all Oscars." I joked playfully.

"If only I had a soulmate like that, I'd be able to lounge around all day in bed. In his latest interview with Prada, I read that he's a great cook too, so I bet I'd wake up to breakfast in bed every morning." Taehyung taunted.

I rolled my eyes and threw a cushion in his direction, "You're such a housewife. I'll get his number for you and some lube. Cus you'd definitely be the catcher." I stuck out my tongue at him as Taehyung rolled over me, laughing. "Cheeky bitch." He retorted.

Taehyung's body slumped on top of mine, pinning me down as he mushed my cheeks, "Jokes on you, you're my little catcher." I raised an eyebrow and fidgeted out of his grasp. "-that's what you think. I'm pretty sure Jimin's stash of dildos could let me be the pitcher if I wanted to be."

Taehyung covered my mouth, eyes darkened with a warning expression. "Sometimes, you have such a filthy mouth for a Virgin. I'm going to kick Jimin's ass when I see him next. You're both corrupted, as your older cousin, he shouldn't be teaching you stuff like that! " He scowled.

The unspoken silence fell across us as Taehyung's hand gently slipped from my newly silent lips. "Sorry." I quickly apologised.

It was sometimes hard adjusting between the barrier between best friends and lovers. I'd always been able to talk to him and joke with him about anything, but since our twenties' joking about sexual stuff was a vulgar topic that has its limit. My gaze softened as he manoeuvred off my body and helped me sit upright.

"It's late. We should go to bed," Taehyung suggested. I nodded briefly.

Sleep was hard to come by that night; I lay restless in bed, tossing and turning next to a silent Taehyung. Retracing my steps of the afternoon when I was certain I'd seen colour. Who on earth had the strange set of eyes belonged to?

The persistent memory of the hollow brown eyes of that bloodied crew member wouldn't let me drift into a peaceful slumber; his long tousled hair cascaded underneath the hood he wore. I wasn't sure if the darkened crimson stains had been from dirt from one of the machines, perhaps painting a set, or he'd been a background actor.

Sleep! I begged myself as my eyes tried to distinguish the colours in the darkness. Forget the warm golden dark embers. It was just a dream—some strange trick of how the light hit his eyes. A dream, let me wake tomorrow, and it all be just a peculiar distance dream.

For now, I wouldn't allow myself to ponder about the existence of something more; I had Taehyung. I didn't need anything or anyone else.

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When I awoke the following morning, the space beside my bed was cold. The room submerged in darkness offered no solace. I sat upright suddenly, "Taehyung?" His name left my lips, and my heart began to race briefly. I looked at the clock, I was never usually awake this early, but this horrible feeling blistered across my skin like a burning flame held across my chest.