I fixed my gaze at Taehyung as he got up from the floor where he was resting and began walking towards me, with his hands stuffed in his grey sweatpants and I gulped as the distance between us seemed to diminish by every second passing. I looked up at him as he stopped inches before me, I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. He slowly lowered himself and brought his face closer to my ear, I shivered unconsciously as his fingers touched my right arm.   He brought his face so close to my ear that I could feel his lips touching my ear.   "Get us some juice, would you?" he spoke in a low raspy voice, I could feel him smirking against my ear and I bit my lip and nodded before rushing out the door swiftly.   (KENMA'S POV)   "ahhh...isn't she cute?" I spoke out my thoughts and sighed as I thought of her small fragile form   "I agree, plus she's hot, isn't she?" k

WHAT?!Before I could get a hold of the person he vanished into thin air as if he wasn't even here. I blindly waved my hands in the air, in the darkness. I truly was afraid of a million things, one of which is the dark. I didn't quite share very fond memories of the darkness.Suddenly the lights were back on. Everyone came rushing towards me to check on me as I yelled as loud as I could. My yelling caused everyone to be worried over me, which was kind of sweet, to be honest, I've never really had this kind of affection in a long time."Yah! are you afraid of the dark?" Yuki asked with great concern."I mean yes! obviously? who isn't afraid of the dark?" I said in a panic, still trying to figure out who was it, the one earlier who was talking to me. Honestly, it sounded like Taehyung, I glanced at him and he smiled genuinely, which made me re-consider my doubts."We're not? I mean it's not something to be afraid of. It's in the dark

The next morning I woke up at 5, dawn time it was, as I was supposed to, not willfully, I yawned as I stood up and wore my slippers, walked into the bathroom took a shower, and freshened up. All my steps were now a part of my schedule like it is in everyone else's life, to wake up at a particular time, to brush their teeth, take a bath, have breakfast, some don't, like I did. And all of this engraved in their minds and bodies, that they might as well be sleep walking when they do so. It is muscle-memory sort of.I wore a loose pink crop-top with black shots and made a messy bun. I wasn't really in a mood to dress up, waking up this early in the morning is such a mood killer. Some people prefer to cave in early at night and rise early, I wonder how, and I wonder why? I like waking up at a time I'm comfortable at. Well, we all are different, that's what keeps the world going.Soon I headed down to the kitchen. Now, what should I cook for the breakfast? I stood a

"Anyways you should go get ready, You're supposed to go out with kenma today" it's sort of odd, how he can change the entire aura of his in a split-second, there was a slight bleakness in his voice, but I overlooked that, as maybe he wasn't in a good mood today and maybe I'm over thinking as usual. "Sure!" I was about to leave but a question popped in my mind. "Does kenma prefer a certain type of color or dress?" Taehyung seemed annoyed but suddenly his face lit up. "Come with me" I followed him, and following in his steps I realized that he wasn't walking towards his room. Rather was he was going to my room? Why though, that too to my room? "Let me help you dress up!" Taehyung said with his boxy smile. "WhaAt!?" "I mean I'll pick out the right dress and the right color, plus the accessories that would go with the outfit and make sure you look great" Taehyung explained what he actually

(HIKARI's POV) I was looking outside the window, admiring the beauty of nature outside when a hand was suddenly placed beside my face on the glass of the wide window. I turned around to see a handsome Kenma standing beside me, looking outside just the way I was a moment ago. His body inches away from mine gave me butterflies, my momentary pain and gloom seemed to fade as his his fingers brushed mine on the glass and our eyes met. He was wearing his black leather jacket with ripped black jeans and his boots. He smiled and pushed himself off the glass only to stand with his hands in his pocket and eyes till on me. He eyed me head to toe and giggled cutely. I wonder what that giggle was about. Was it about how I dressed all black for him? Or maybe because our outfits matched, like those of a couple. I giggled. "Let's go, shall we?" he looked at me and reached ou