Chasing You..

Ch-12 Chance

Jungkook's pov

My heart was racing as I stood outside Taehyung's door with my hand raised and my finger poised over the button for his apartment.

"Shit, please let this work out," I whispered, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to calm my nerves. I glanced at my watch again. 19:54. I had been standing here for the last eight minutes trying to summon up the courage to press the buzzer and see him. I forced my finger down onto the button, fighting the sudden urge to run away and do this over the phone instead. That way I wouldn't have to see that look in his eyes when he found out I was a lying, good for nothing player, just like he'd first thought.

"Hello?"

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Damn it, Jungkook! I slapped my palm against my forehead and squeezed my eyes shut. "Hey, Taehyung, it's Jungkook," I mumbled, my voice tight.

"Hey... er... Come on up."

When the front door lock clicked, I pushed it open and stumbled my way up the stairs, shifting the flowers that I'd bought from one hand to the other. By the time I got up to the top, he had his door open, waiting for me.

I groaned because I was hoping to have another few seconds to compose myself before I knocked.

He was standing there, chewing on his lip nervously, his eyes tight and apologetic. He looked beautiful as usual, and it really hit me just how crazy I was about this guy. He had me under some kind of spell. I needed to make this right, no matter what it took.

"Hi," he half-whispered, as I stopped in front of him. He looked so guilty that it made me feel even worse; clearly he was punishing himself over not telling me.

I nodded; I didn't even know if I could speak, so I just held the flowers out to him like a complete loser. He looked down at them, frowning. Confusion stretched across his face as his eyes flicked back to me. He was definitely expecting me to be angry with him about Han.

"What are these for?" he asked, shaking his head looking at me in disbelief.

I gritted my teeth. There were only two reasons that I knew of for a guy giving a pretty person flowers... you were either trying to get in her or his pants, or saying sorry. "I saw them and thought I would get them for you," I lied. In actual fact, I had driven twenty minutes out of my way to go to the florist that I knew did the pale pink roses that he seemed to like in the last bouquet I'd bought him.

He smiled. "They're beautiful. Thank you." He looked back over his shoulder into his apartment. "Want to come in and we can talk?"

I nodded eagerly and followed him in. He headed straight for the kitchen, putting the flowers in a jug of water. He laughed quietly. "I guess I need more than one vase, I've never needed more than one before," he joked, nodding at the flowers I'd bought him last night.

My eyes flitted around the kitchen, looking for signs of him having a son. A couple of plastic beakers and patterned bowls were drying on the sink, and a Toy Story place mat resided on the table. I frowned, wondering if they'd been there the last couple of times I'd come over. Could I possibly have been too wrapped up in Taehyung to notice that a kid lived here too? There was a pretty good chance of that being true; Taehyung did seem to capture all of my attention when he was around.

"Is your son in bed?" I asked, willing my voice to come out normally.

He nodded and smiled apologetically. "Yeah, I put him to bed a little early tonight; he was tired after being at the hospital." Now that he'd mentioned it, I noticed how tired he looked too.

"How is he?" I asked, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"He's good. The medicine helps with the pain. I gave him plenty of candy like you said." He laughed uncomfortably, and I couldn't help but smile. He looked so beautiful when he laughed.