Love Me Again (Taehyung X Reader)

Chapter 19: "And I knew exactly what I needed to do."

Y/N POV:

Although I felt bad for putting Taehyung in an uncomfortable position with Joy, I did feel better that he still wanted me to call him Tae. There was something about Taehyung that was drawing me to him, something that was desperately begging me to pull him close and press my lips to his, to see if my body remembered him the way my heart wanted to, the way my mind didn't.

Jimin was giving me an amused look and I realized I had been staring at Taehyung, more specifically his lips. Taehyung's look of surprised quickly changed to a pleased sort of glint. A stare that made me blush from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. "I... I'm going to go get lunch," I stammered out. "Do you need anything?"

"Do you mind bringing me a cup of coffee and a sandwich?" Jimin asked, reaching for his wallet.

I gave him a dismissive wave. "Turkey and Swiss on a pretzel roll, right?" A flash of a memory rushed over me. "No mustard, only mayonnaise."

The way Jimin's mouth dropped in surprise was almost comical and he nodded before breaking out into a huge grin. "You... you remembered?"

"I get flashes of memories here and there. It started with Tae's hot chocolate yesterday. It... ummm... it happened again during the meeting when I was looking at Jinnie. A flash of shopping with him for something. A chain? A silver one with a half of a hoop charm?"

This time it was Taehyung's turn to look shocked. "That was the chain he bought Namjoon when they hit their 5 year anniversary. Namjoon never takes it off."

I gave them a sad smile. "I just get flashes. Not enough to really remember anything but I do remember seeing Jinnie and I get this feeling of being close to him, of knowing him." I wish I could see the same flashes of my life with Taehyung, remember the special moments we shared together, remember the life we had together.

Taehyung returned my smile. "You and Jin were definitely close. Almost as close as you and Jimin. It's no wonder you would remember things about him."

I could see the sadness in Taehyung's eyes and knew it was reflected in my own. I hesitated then reached out and touched his hand, carefully lacing my fingers in his. "I want... I want to remember you."

Glancing down at our hands, Taehyung looked surprised, but then the surprise vanished and a grin brighter than any I've seen lit up his face. He tightened his hand on mine then lifted it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. The gesture felt so familiar, so comforting that it almost brought me to tears. "Baby I really hope you do." Taehyung's face flushed red as he realized what he called me and he quickly released my hand, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I'm... I'm sorry Y/N."

At his action, my heart felt strangely hurt, but the name was just like the kiss. It felt so familiar and I knew right away it was something he had always called me. And something about that realization caused the pain in my heart to ease a bit. Not much but enough to no longer make it feel like it was going to break in a million pieces, like a glass figurine knocked onto the marble floor, shattering until the prior form was no longer recognizable. "It's okay Tae. I... I guess some habits are hard to break huh?"

Taehyung gave me a grateful smile, relieved that I wasn't going to make a big deal out of a simple mistake. A mistake I wished he would make again. The name was so familiar that I wanted to beg him to say it again, call me it again.

"Did... did you want any lunch?" I asked Taehyung.

Taehyung shook his head. "I'm good. Thanks... thanks for offering."

I nodded then headed out of the office, my mind filled with thoughts of the handsome man. I took the elevator down, lost in thought. I didn't even notice the elevator had stopped until the doors opened and Joy stepped onto it. She gave me a look of shock before she plastered a fake smile on her face, a smile that was dripping with such artificial sweetness that it made the bile want to rise up in my stomach. I carefully cleared my expression, giving her a polite smile.