While I Sleep™ • ✓

11: Fear At The Movies

Both Jimin and Taehyung, blankly stare at each other in apprehension.

Taehyung's unsure of his decision, and so is Jimin. An odious and unpleasant aura surrounds the two nervous men. Both their Adam's apples bob up and then down as they gulp, a signal of uncertainty holding them tight in a godawful grip.

"I don't think this is right, Taehyung." Jimin's tone holds a warning and Jimin is getting premonitions that what they are about to do, is not right.

"My instincts don't agree either Jimin, but my sixth sense equally tells me it is worth a try." Taehyung replies, fear plus unsurety circling him.

"It's risky." Jimin hardens as he sits on the couch, one arm resting on the armrest while the other placed on his lap. The small white chit is safely held by his fingers and he leans back on the couch, a tired and scared huff escaping his mouth.

"Yes it is." Taehyung replies, flopping on the couch as he sits next to Jimin. "But this move is worth a try." He explains, trying to sound as persuasive as he can.

Jimin looks up at Taehyung, for the first time, distrust and disagreement flashing in his eyes. "I don't find it worth doing. What if something bad happens?" Jimin questions, the atmosphere around them turning rough and their conversation now turning into a debate. "What if he gets a panic attack again?" Jimin asks again, raising an eyebrow.

"Then we will able to find out what causes him the panic attacks." Taehyung replies. "For once you need to think a little practically Jimin. If we find out, we can help Jungkook." Taehyung adds onto to his response.

"I don't have a good feeling about this, Taehyung." Jimin warns again, eyes spitting apprehension.

"Trust me. For this once." Taehyung says deeply, a hell lot of sincerity in his voice.

Jimin heaves another unsure sigh. His fingers brush across his silky, pink hair and his bottom lip suddenly gets trapped between his incisors. He looks down at his lap, staring at the tiny, white paper for some time and then replies, "Fine. But if something bad happens, I blame you."

"Agreed." Taehyung says, a sudden confidence filling him.

Jimin shakes his head and lets out another unsure sigh. His chest rises up and then slowly lowers while he sighs, his eyes shutting simultaneously.

"You go tell him." Jimin looks at Taehyung, eyes pleading him to do what they have planned to do.

Taehyung rolls his eyes in an irksome manner and gets up from the couch, heading to the young male's room.

Just like any other time, Jungkook's room is surrounded by a dark and eerie blanket and Taehyung's heartbeat has suddenly transformed into an abnormal pace.

Trying to fly in the face of the sudden change in his atmosphere, Taehyung knocks on the door thrice, patiently yet impatiently waiting for Jungkook to open the door.

The door opens with a sharp screech and out pops a timid head. Jungkook peeks from behind his door, reluctance abundant in the said male. His brown ebony hair stay waved and attached to his forehead and his walnut colored eyes shimmer due to the light of the tube-light that falls on his impeccable face.

Taehyung can discern Jungkook's hands shivering amidst the blockage of the door between them.

Jungkook seems to relax a bit upon seeing Taehyung's presence and he opens his door a little wider than before.

"Yes?" He timidly asks, gulping a little.

"Good evening." Taehyung starts, pulling out all the gaps to not make him sound direct and suspicious.