SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

67 - Take Me Home

I was almost running towards the IT corridor, sticking with my gut that she would be here.

The walls and floors felt like the were only extending, making the mission of getting to here near impossible.

Oh Y/n. I'm so sorry.

I tried, I tried with everything in me to get to you.

Just when my breathing was becoming staggered with frustration I turned the corner to see the back of what looked like a janitor.

I almost tripped over my own feet as they slid across the floor in my attempts to stop myself from running.

Small sniffles were surrounding the quiet corner of this abandoned corridor.

I spotted small hands, pressed flat against the janitors back, I knew those fragile hands.

I walked around the embrace to see the back of Y/n's head. Her soft hair tangled, the baby blue bow she wore in it today all messed up.

The unforgivable had happened. I just knew it.

Every muscle in my body tensed and I couldn't move, but once the janitor looked up to see me now standing behind Y/n, she nudged Y/n slightly and she began turning her face.

Her cheeks were stained red from tears and her eyes puffy.

As soon as she looked up at me it was like every muscle that was previously stiff had been soaked in warm water. I felt so helpless and weak.

Her eyes began to water and she bit her lip longingly looking up to me.

I urgently dropped onto my knees in front of her, her arms reaching towards my body.

As soon as I felt her contact, I dragged her body towards mine, filling up the negative space between my arms.

She clenched onto me as she gently shivered.

I press one of my hands to her lower back to keep her tightly knit with me whilst my other hand cupped the back of her head.

I felt so guilty that she was in my arms only after everything that had happened, that I couldn't meet her before hand.

Bryce had unfortunately thought this through too well, too well for anyone to even predict or get themselves out of it before it was too late.

Just thinking about him made my jaw clench.

I couldn't stand to see his face in my mind.

His terrified and cowardly face from minutes ago, which I'm sure was now purple and blue because of Jimin. But the thought of what images Y/n must now have of him impaled me straight through the heart.

The only girl I have ever loved, shaking in my arms.

She sobbed silently, her body twitching due to her little gasps as she tried to mute her emotion.

I shook my head, my lips brushing against the top of her head. She must have been so brave, so strong, to the point where she's not panicking, not still from shock. She's just letting it out.

I stroked my thumb against her head and she began to control her breathing to a slower rate.

"Tae.." she uttered.

I took a deep breath, feeling my chest ache at her choked voice.

"Mhm." I responded quietly, gently sliding my hand from her head to the side of her face and lifting her gaze.

Her eyes were sore and dull.

"I want to go home.. to yours." She spoke, gripping the fabric of my uniform.