How scary can it be not to know whether you're living in reality or in your dreamland?
And what if it goes on for months?
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We are not fallen angles.
Neither are we pure evil.
The thing is that we are a confusing mix of both.
The "good guys"...
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"Good morning." Stepping in the room, I started, drawing a small smile on my face while Taehyung was just out of the bathroom, his chest still bare after the shower he just took. He slightly nodded his head at me before he held it tightly in his hands, so I approached him. "Hey, are you fine?"
He shook his head, breathing heavily. "God!" He suddenly hissed, showing how much in pain he was. "My head is literally throbbing."
Sorry not sorry, love.
"Have you been drunk?" I asked quietly, even if the answer didn't matter, adding some worry in my voice. He looked at me in confusion, so I explained more. "When you went out, I mean."
"No."
I sighed and shook my head, keeping my eyes away from him as if I was avoiding any eye contacts. "Take this." I said while keeping my head down, handing him an aspirin and a glass of water. "It used to work for my headaches at the beginning."
I felt his eyes on me as he took the small pill from me. I glanced at him for a second while he gulped it down with the glass of water that I handed to him. "What about now?" He asked, slightly shaking his head, surely the pain still there, then he headed to the bed to sit on its edge.
"Doesn't work anymore, so," I said slowly, shrugging my shoulders. "You better not get used to it."
He stared at me for long seconds that felt like forever. Was he noticing something different about me? Once that possibility came to my mind, I took a few steps towards him before sitting beside him hesitantly.
"Taehyung, I," I stopped, acting like I was nervous to speak. "I think we need to talk."
"About what, Raina?" His response was ready, which made me believe that he didn't notice any changes about me, but he was actually thinking about what happened last night. "There's nothing we can talk about."
My breath hitched, and I looked up at him with teary eyes. "Don't make it harder for me than how it already is, please." I whispered in a hushed voice, as if the words were coming out of my mouth with great difficulty.
He stayed quiet then sighed, looking away for a second. "Do you want a divorce?"
"What-No!" I instantly panicked, shaking my head repeatedly. "I don't want that." My good tears fell just when I wanted them to fall. I inched a little closer to him, lightly placing my hand on the back of his arm. "I want you."
If Jungkook was the cause of all of this mess, planning and ruling it all, Taehyung would never be able to tell him about that.
