Can't Buy My Love | Taehyung x Reader

5 - What Could Be Better?

Taehyung pov

This moment might mark the most frustrated I had been in a while. Why was she so reluctant to give me her number?

I threw one last glance back at y/n before leaving the bar to continue our epic pub crawl.

Though the further we went into the night and the more drinks I consumed I noticed that the entire time I was thinking about her

"you'd have to do better"

Her words echoed through my mind.

What does that even mean?

It was my idea to buy the most expensive bottle of red wine, and I gave her a generous tip.

What could be better? 

y/n pov

The following day I woke up, and I hated to admit that the first thing I thought of was Taehyung.

Should I have just given him my number?

No, no, it was better like this. I mean think about that Ara girl, if that is what his relationships are like it's just not for me.

I got up and made myself ready to visit father, I tried to go every Saturday, but sometimes I just couldn't make it.

I took the bus to the nursing home.

    'How is he today?' I asked Hea as she opened the door, she shook her head a little bit.

     'Not bad, not good either.'

      'Thank you Hea' I said and she gave me a smile.

I stepped inside the small living room and saw father watching tv.

       'hey dad'

His face lit up when he saw me, or to the extent that was possible. I could see the twinkles in his eyes though.

He typed something on the tablet which was connected to his wheelchair, and the technology voice spoke his typed words out loud.

Hi little one

We chatted for a bit. I mean it was hard to have long conversations because he had to type everything on the tablet.

You look tired y/n, you are not overworking yourself?

he continued typing

You should sell the bar to pay for my medical bills and then live your own life 

I swallowed and then shook my head, it wasn't the first time this came up. Father felt guilty and worried a lot about me paying for the bills.

     'I told you your bar is so successful that I only need to work there, and there is enough money to pay for your medical care and for me to live comfortably, so stop worrying yourself.'

I know that lying is bad, and normally I would refrain from it but father shouldn't concern himself even more.

     'Will you come by soon?' I asked even though I already knew the answer;

He wouldn't, it reminded him too much of the good times, when mom was still by his side and they managed the place together. 

He shook his head and types something

Sorry little one

I took his hand 'you have nothing to be sorry for father.'

Is there any news on your brother? Father asked.