Bittersweet

30: Burning in Love

"Jimin, Taehyung Oppa..."
Rosé's face had lost it's colour. Her breathing was uneven. Tears visible at the corner of her eyes.
Jimin had struck up a conversation with the foreign lady. His smile disappeared as his eyes fell on his girlfriend.
"What happened to Taehyung?"
His voice shaking as he stepped towards Chaeyoung. She was close to breaking down,
"He-he collapsed in his office today."
Jimin didn't wait another minute. He quickly bowed to the foreign woman and almost ran towards the headquarters. Rosé, hand in hand with her boyfriend, ran as fast as she could.

"Kiera, stay calm..."
"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO STAY CALM, UNNIE? TAEHYUNG'S IN THE HOSPITAL WING BECAUSE HE WAS GOING HARD ON HIMSELF. WANNA KNOW WHY? CAUSE HE SCREAMED AT ME AND I DIDN'T TALK TO HIM, HE FELT GUILTY! GOSH! I'M SUCH A LOSER!"
Kiera's lips were shaking. Jennie just patted her back,
"I know it's hard for you. But you have to wait. There'd no way you can meet him without a reason..."
"Isn't love a big enough reason, Unnie?"
"Apparently for the officials love is weak. But hey, Namjoon Oppa promised us, right?"

"So Kiera, I know Taehyung's sick and all. I need to interrogate you. Sit down please, Queen."
Jimin smiled. Fake indeed. He was hella worried about Taehyung. Taehyung was his closest childhood friend. His alien.
Kiera kicked the table as her teeth gritted against each other,
"Listen up Ken! Take me to Taehyung before I slit your throat!"
Jimin scoffed,
"Calm down Queen! I also gotta waste time here. If Chaerin Sunbaenim catches us beside Taehyung when we clearly are supposed to be here, in the interrogation room. Both of us would be dead meat."
Kiera spat on the ground with frustration. She sat on the hard, steel chair and rested her feet on the cold table. Jimin sat opposite her.
Kiera was visibly pissed. Jimin rolled his eyes,
"Listen up woman! I'm not happy to be here with you either! My friend's in the hospital! Now, just for once, make my job easier!"
Kiera glared him. Her gaze sharper than a samurai's sword. Honestly, those blue-brown pupils were threatening. Her dark, long messy hair gave her a somewhat powerful and sensual image. She looked fiercer than a wolf. She bit her plump, red lips,
"How 'bout no?"
Jimin looked up to face her.
Kiera had this somewhat of a foreign beauty. Her skin was smooth and tanned, like honey. Just at the corner of her red plump lips were deep dimples. Her eyes were almond shaped and the sanpaku eyes gave out a very chaotically mysterious aura. Blue-brown lenses. Uncommon for a Korean. The long, dark, messy locks complimented her. Kiera's long eyelashes. Oh my God! She was seductive, charming and... And... Everything a man could ever desire. But again, every desire can't be fulfilled. No one can touch her. She would cut off their hands into small uncountable pieces. No one can look at her. She would pierce a fork through their eyes and feed it to stray dogs...

"You're drooling. I don't want Chaeyoung as my competition. She would get hurt easily."
Kiera scoffed, making Jimin snap out of it. He cleared his throat awkwardly,
"Yeah, I-I'm sorry..."
"Why did you not just goof around with your Cinderella? That way I would've just be sitting beside Taehyung."
Kiera slunped back in her chair. She wanted to curse Jimin. But again, is he at fault?
"Think I've got another choice? Listen, I was enjoying my date. Ok?"
Jimin said, on the verge of losing his patience. She kniws how to get on their nerves. She chuckled bitterly,
"Did you tell her tho?"
"Yeah sort of... I didn't get to tell her the magical three words."
Jimin said as he scratched his nape. Kiera rolled her eyes,
"Why?"
"Well, the call and the whole Taehyung situation."
Kiera paused. Dammit! She closed her eyes and breathed in,
"Well atleast you tried. You would find a next time."

"Taehyung, you are up!"
Namjoon exclaimed. His eyes almost teared up. He sprinted and wrapped his well built arms around Taehyung. Taehyung smiled and hugged him back. He needed it.
"How long have I been out for?"
Taehyung said as he tried sitting up. Namjoon quickly lended him a hand,
"For almost 3 hours. You need get yourself sorted Kim Taehyung. I know you love Keira, but if it's as destructive as it now. Then I'm sorry, but it would be better to let go."
"Hyung, you're not getting the point. No one's getting the point. I'm not destructive because I have her love. I'm destructive because I don't have her love. I'm destructive cause I know I've hurt her. I just want to tell her. Say sorry to her. I don't care what anyone says. I need her."
Taehyung sighed. He didn't want to think about her again. Not until he can apologise to her. Not until he finds a solution.
Namjoon shrugged his shoulders. He just didn't know what to say. He just couldn't.

"Taehyung! I was so worried!"
Jisoo said as she flung open the door. Namjoon looked at her, so did Taehyung. In front of Namjoon's eyes flashed a memory. He saw the same worry in Jisoo's eyes the day Kiera stepped in the hospital wing, injured. She worried for him. But now. Now she was totally engrossed in Taehyung. Does she really not know? Does she really not know about the love that got Taehyung in the hospital wing in the first place? Namjoon sighed,
"I've got to go for my rounds, Tae. Rosie's soon going to bring you your meal. Take care. Okay?"
"Yes Hyung!"
Taehyung forced a boxy smile. Namjoon reflected his action as he strolled out of the room.
He smiled. He didn't feel heartbroken now that he saw Jisoo. He didn't feel empty. Instead, she felt like another colleague. The emotion of love was nowhere now. He was finally over her and into someone new. Well, not new. But someone who was missing all these years. Someone who also reflects his emotions. Someone who feels special.