Something In The Rain

Distance

Taehyungs POV

I put the key in the lock and walk in to find both Jungkook and Namjoon on the couch, watching TV, and chowing down on Chinese takeout.
"Hey Tae, how was the party?" Jungkook asked, not looking away from the TV. "I thought y'all were going out tonight," I asked, walking towards the freezer for an ice pack.
"Wasn't feeling it," Joon said, turning towards me. "Damn Tae, what happened." He exclaimed, making Jk look up at me, his eyes widening seeing the fresh bruise forming on my cheek. I turn my back away from them and sat down at the table holding the ice pack to my face. They both make their way to the kitchen and sit down in front of me, "It's nothing, go back to your show." I say starting to stand. Namjoon pulls me down and pushes the pack away from my face to get a better look. "That doesn't look like nothing," Jungkook says from the other side of the table. I roll my eyes and shake out of Joon's grip. "It's nothing. I'm going to bed." I got up and made my way up the steps to my room. After locking myself in my room, I change and jump into bed. All I can think about is Soni, I hope she's okay. I don't understand how anyone could hurt her, she's just so beautiful and soft-spoken, and her eyes, God those eyes. But who am I to think she would want to be with me? She has an image to protect, and I doubt her parents would be accepting of me, living paycheck to paycheck working random jobs to feed myself, not coming from anything but a drugged-out dad and dead mom.

Soni's Pov

Hoseok doesn't say a word to me as I step out of his car. As soon I close the passenger door, he speeds away. I stand to watch him drive away until I can't see the lights anymore. I walk inside and head straight to the bathroom for a quick shower. When I look at myself in the mirror, I spot the red hand mark on my cheek, and a purple bruise forming around my arm where Hoseok was holding me. Tears fall from my face as I look at myself. In all my years of dating Hoseok, he had never laid a finger on me. He was always sweet, the perfect gentleman. But, then again, we never really got to know each other, our relationship was strictly merging two families into one, which would be combining businesses that in the end would result in more money. Money, everything is about money, it always has been. I wipe my tears and leave the bathroom, crawling into bed. I text Hoseok a simple I'm sorry and lay down. I close my eyes and thoughts of Taehyung creep into my head. I hope he's okay. Thinking back on everything that happened tonight I decided to keep my distance from him. He can't get wrapped up in this, I doubt he would want to. He probably thinks I'm spoiled rotten, and he's not wrong. I just wish that I could be a normal person one day. I close my eyes and drift to sleep. That night, I dream of Taehyung.