Six feet never felt so far (Taehyung x reader)

Footsteps

I found myself becoming numb to any sound, even the sounds of nature. The pitter patter of rain slowly faded away as I stood on the wet grass. My feet made squelching noises as I shifted my weight between them. In my hand was a red rose. I held it up to the light and admired it. My vision blurring and my breath hitching as I looked down again.

The past two years had been difficult from the highs to the lows. But what I found myself remembering was one time in particular. We had been told constantly to stay apart, to be strong alone, not to touch anyone or get close enough to read writing on their shirt. Life became a broken record of rules, one in particular standing out.

*Always maintain six feet apart.*

Now as I stood in the pouring rain trembling, I bent my knees and crouched slightly the rose escaping my damp hands. It's crimson stood out on the dark mushy grass, freshly planted. My knees buckled further and I found myself a wreck of sobs bent over the ground. My body ricocheted through the emotions each tear vibrating through my aching body. I was a shell of a person. I lay bent double, with my face merging with the moist Earth, shaking violently through my inconsolable feelings, unable to bring myself to opening my eyes. I longed to feel her touch once more, to wave from a distance or just to see her smile. We were so close, yet we were so far. Clawing my hands on the ground beneath me I realised the depth of the situation. I never would see her again. It is only here I realised the true length of six feet.

Footsteps.

My senses came back in an overwhelming wave.

Sight. I saw the blood of my bleeding hands, the moisture from the Earth and of course the pellets of rain scorching my wounds.

Hearing. A voice. A man's voice. Concern evident in his question. His question. My lack of answer. The repetition of sounds, the rain harshly hitting every part of me leaving no part untouched, his soft yet concerned question, and the sound I didn't hear was my voice. As I bent over the grave I willed myself to speak. To say something. Anything.

Once the stranger understood that I wasn't going to answer any time soon I thought he would leave me be. Instead, he came closer and bent down with me. He took my hands in his and faced me. I tried to focus on the distance and ignore the distraction from my current scraping and digging but he was determined. Our eyes locked as he asked once more. "Are you okay?"

My throat was dry and scratchy as I tried to form an answer. Word escaped me as I struggled to reply. After a moment all I could muster to say was," No."

He wrapped me into his strong arms and lifted me up off the ground. I felt numb to touch once more. The waterfall of emotions had washed over me leaving me alone with my thoughts once more. The monsoon may be gone but the storm is yet go come. He silently trudged through the wet mushy grass and carried me to his car. At that point I could not care less who he was or where we were going. I felt indifferent to the thought of being kidnapped or killed. At least if I left this Earth I could be reunited with her once more.

His touch left me as I nestled into the backseat. I heard him turn the ignition and the engine roared to life. Lights blaring he set off on his journey. After a little while of driving he looked at me through the rear window and pointed to a towel next to me. "You can dry yourself with that if you want" I nodded silently and took it. I recognised the scent from earlier. It smelt like him. Like a fresh ocean breeze with a pinch of mint. As I dried myself I began to feel more alive and grounded. Becoming more aware of the situation I found myself in. It appeared that curiosity for the better of me because I found myself asking him his name. The question surprised me but he remained as calm and collected as ever it may have looked a little forced calm though but perhaps that was just my mind playing tricks on me. "It's Kim Taehyung but you can call me Tae." Kim Taehyung. The name felt familiar but I couldn't quite place it. As I thought about it he waited me to say mine. The more I tried to remember the more a pounding started in my head so I quickly stopped. Realising that he was waiting for an answer I said," Y/N. I'm Y/N S/N." He smiled slightly and said," Well it's a pleasure to meet you Y/N." A smirk slid into his face as he said that. "You too." I replied politely.