Pop idle's Dove | Tae Young x Reader

New beginnings

Tae's pov <3

It breaks my heart to see her like this. she hasn't even bothered to get herself together yet. Her hair is un-brushed and she is still in her frog onesie. Ok, again I'm not going to lie and say she isn't adorable all the time but she is. 

She doesn't think I saw the way she flinched when I opened the door thinking I was her mum. I wonder what she's done to her in the past. This girl deserves the world and I think I'm willing to give that to her, or at least my world. I look at her bed going to pack some blankets but I end up staring at the wall her bed is sat up against instead.

I see photos of her as a child, I would predict her being 7 or 8 with an older man who  I think is her dad? Then I look to the right of that photo and see me? 

"Hey, why is there a photo of me on your wall. Or three?" I mention it to her. She quickly turns red and her eyes go wide before going back to her normal state a few seconds afterward.

"Oh! Yeah Mr. K showed me a picture of you and you seemed like a sweet person from what he told me so I pinned you up there." She replies and shrugs it off.

I unpin all the photos from the wall and stack them up neatly and safely putting them in a small plastic case and putting them in one of two suitcases.

"Is it ok if you work in the café with my family when you stay with us? I mean its a family tradition and I would feel happy for you to be a part of it!" I say excitedly, while waiting for her reply I pick up some blankets and a few drawings that are pinned up on her wall and pack them up.

she answers my question with "Of course, It's the least I can do after all. As a kind of thank you I guess?"  but the thing is, she never needs to repay me or say thank you because she just being here will always be enough for me. But it's not like I can tell her that, or can I?

we finish packing up the room and there are still a lot of things she wants but can't take due to the lack of space. I promise to myself that when we get to my house I will buy her all the things she wants so she can replace the things like her karaoke machine. 

I put a hand on her waist and pulled her in for a side hug. She lent her head on my shoulder nearly giving me a love-struck panic attack. but instead of saying or doing anything I just want to let her appreciate her room one last time.

We sat there for a good 5 minutes. She shed a few tears and I helped to wipe said tears. She is gorgeous and deserves nothing less in this horrid world. I decided to reassure her of her position "I know it's hard but like I said you will be ok.  You have your singing career and you have your art career if that all falls down the drain, you have me. And of course everyone else at the studio."

She slowly moved her hand down to my palm and our hands interlocked. It was as if our hands fit perfectly into one another's. Almost as if we were Brocken-up puzzle pieces that just fit together.

My heart buzzed and my brain stopped but that didn't mean Y/n didn't still drag me over to her window insisting we climb out of it to avoid coming into contact with her mum. I agreed since her bedroom was on the first floor and stuff as long as I got out first.

She opened the window with a silver key that hung around her neck but I stopped her. 

I already have hairbrushes at my house so there was no need to bring one. I go and grab her light purple tangle teaser from her oak wood desk and sit down on the bed behind her.  

I brush through her knotty hair slowly to try and not pull oh her hair and make it hurt her. She seems to be relaxed so I brush one part of the hair I sectioned of to see her usual silky H/c hair.

I couldn't help myself from playing with the girl's hair after I finished brushing it. I slowly massaged her scalp and she leaned into my touch which gave me butterflies that could last for days. Her hair looks well kept and I'm not surprised by how it feels. It's indescribable or almost like touching the tree fuzz from the Lorax.

I realized that I could be making her uncomfortable so I retracted my hands and apologized over and over again. "It's alright Tae Tae I like head massagers." She said with a giggle.

I am glad I've been able to help her be happy in a situation as depressing this one is.

For some reason, she reminds me of the doves I keep at my house while they get better.

She is beautiful, elegant, and kind-hearted but she needs time to heal and get better before she can finally become her truly happy and smiley self. This realization sends my heart into overdrive because connecting the thing I thought I loved most in the world to a person makes them the thing I love most in the world. I've known her for two days meaning I haven't known this wonderful being for 16 years of my life. Let those 16 years be the only years I don't love her.

I get up to put her hairbrush on her old desk and I go climbing out the window.  Once I make it out I get Y/n/n to pass me the suitcases, which she does successfully.

I reach my hand in the window and feel the soft palm of her hand fall into mine as I help her climb down from her white-painted window. I call a taxi and we wait for a street away from her house. I didn't realize she was that scared? I will ask her about it later but now is NOT the time. The taxi driver slowly pulls up to the side of the road and I pull her in the red mini with me (a/n- sorry if this is drawing out to be long and boring but my rule is no time skips and at least 1500 words per chap)

She sits down and plugs her seatbelt in and I do the same sitting next to her. Once again she stares outside watching the rainfall but this time with a bigger frown on her face and sad telling eyes. Though I've reached a problem, I can't squeeze her hand or even just hold her hand because she has stuffed her hands into her green jacket. I mean I could put my hand on her lower thigh. But isn't that what couples do? 

My mind is racing between yes and no when I see a tear slip from the girl's eye and I decide finally to just do it and stop being such a wuss.

I place my hand on her lower thigh near to her knee and I trace circles with my thumb to try and comfort her. When she looks at me with wide eyes I just give her a sympathetic closed mouth smile and hope for now that it'll be enough to make her happy.

She looks at me sheepishly and gives me a half-smile and grabs my hand. I knew it was too soon! Damnit Tae you are so stupid! What were you thinking?! 

She then intertwines our fingers and I look at her with enlarged eyes and a shocked expression. I think my jaw is about to hit the floor. My heart is pounding and from my neck to my ears, I am painted in a red blush as the hair on my neck sticks up.

From the moment I saw in that photo I felt something different. I felt like bubbles or more like a droplet dripping from a leaf into a pond. Into a world that I did not know, and I did not belong. t is scary yet safe to a guy like me, scarily frightening to know how much an impact a woman I have only known a day or two can have on me.

 I am confused, or am I? Am I meant to feel this way? Am I meant to be scared, to feel vulnerable, safe, warm, and sick all at the very same time? She makes my stomach feel tingly and makes me feel the need to stutter and trip but play it cool too. Try to impress her with my views, my looks, my life, or maybe anything possible to do just to be able to have her and hold her close to me one day at the beach.

The taxi stops at the café and I help her to get out of the small car and take the suitcases.

"This is your new beginning Y/n. I want you to be happy here and I hope you are."