House Of Cards |Taehyung|

Chapter 9

"I don't know!" He yelled, tears brimming his eyes. "I don't know why! I regret ever doing it, and I hate myself every day because of it. I never wanted to hurt you, I love you so much, I couldn't dream of hurting you"

"And yet you did," I breathe out.

A single tear slips from Taehyungs eye and rolls down onto his cheek. He quickly lifts a hand to wipe it.

"Sign the papers. You have a week, and then I expect them back, signed, and all"

"I'll sign them. Come inside. "

I was about to protest, but the look on Taehyungs face made me shut up. Taehyung then stepped asside, and I walked inside.

The house still looked the same. It still held the memories we made together. It still had our pictures hanging on the walls. It still had my paintings.

"Why didn't you throw them away?" I softly ask. He looks at the painting before he gives me a sad smile. "Throwing it away would be like I was throwing you away."

We walked to Taehyungs office, and he then sat down and pulled a pen out before he read the papers.

After a short 3 minutes, he looked up. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you giving me everything?"

"Because...I don't want anything that reminds me of you,"

Taehyung sighs, gripping his pen tightly before he signs the papers. After signing everything, he handed the papers.

"I'm sorry, Y/n...I didn't mean for any of this to happen,"

"I'm sorry too,"
Sorry I wasn't enough.

"Can I hug you before you go?"

My breath caught in my throat. And I nod my head without thinking.
We get up, and Taehyung wraps his arms tightly around me. The warmth love and comfort that once came with those arms were gone.

Instead, I was met with sadness and regret. My heart twisted uncomfortably at the way his arms wrapped around me. The way he tightened his arms, the way his heart thumped against his chest.

I hugged him back, my emotions taking over as tears escaped my eyes. I wished for nothing but to be happy. To have my husband back.

Months had passed, and the sadness I felt never went away. The pain never went away.

My love for Taehyung never went away. Everywhere I looked reminded me of him. Everything I did reminded me of him.

It was like mother nature had some sick way of torturing me. Sometimes, I'd lay in my bed, in my own apartment, thinking that somehow all kg this was a nightmare. A long, sick nightmare, and that I'd wake up in Taehyungs Arms the next day.

But I never did.

My parents were absolutely astounded that Taehyung and I were divorced. I hadn't told them until the deed was done. I never told them the real reason, either.

"Taehyung and I have different paths we want to go with our lives" is what I said. And that's what they believe.

My mother would call me daily, always talking to me and bringing up stuff she did.

Today was the same. Held my phone up to my ear as I gaze out to the city, the beautiful lights of it making it seem like a magical place.

I hum as my mom tells me about her day.

"Oh, I saw Taehyung today,"

My attention snapped back to her. "Is that so?"

She hums. "He was out with a friend. He saw me and came up to greet me and then asked how you wete doing"

"A friend?" I ask.

"Yes. I don't know his name. He's rather tall and handsome. He has these big doe eyes."

I sigh. It wasn't a friend. "I see."

"Honey...could you be honest with me? Why did you and Taehyung split?"

"I don't wanna talk about it, mom,"

"I know, I know, but it's just so bizarre to me. You both were so happy..." she trails off.

"Mom." I say sternly.
"Alright. Alright. I won't ask, "she says defeatedly.

"Did he lie-" my mom starts.

"Mom!" I yell. "I said I didn't want to talk about it, and in any case, whatever happened between Taehyung and I is our business, so please stop asking."

"Alright...I'm sorry, Honey,"

I sigh. "It's fine. Just don't ask again, please. I'm tired. Goodnight"

Before my mom could reply I already hung up. Rude, I know.

I then adjust the blanket around my legs and continue to stare at the city.

The faint muttering and chatting of people below made the silence alitte more bearable.

I close my eyes and sigh, just listening to the sounds around me.

I was finally moving on. Finally getting over Taehyung. Even though it took me a while, I was starting to forgive. I could never forget someone like him. I could never forget what we did for each other, what we had.

It was all memories. One's that made me happy. One's that made me feel good.

Peace finally filled my being.

And then I got a text.

I opened my eyes and unlocked my phone to see that it was Taehyung.

I furrow my brows and open the text.

"Hi Y/n, how are you?"

I was confused. But I replied anyway.
"Hi, I'm good, how are you?"

He replied instantly.
"I'm good,"

"Why did you text?" I ask.

"I'm pretty drunk rn...idk why I decided to text ehile being drunk"
"But I want to know something."

"You know better than to drink until you're drunk. You don't do well with hangovers."
"What is it?"

"Do you hate me?"

I stare at the text. And then I reply.
"I hate what you did to me, but I don't hate you,"

"I want you to be happy even though I hurt you so bad." He says

"I am trying. But you texting me isn't making it easier for me.."

"I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry for what I did to you, I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I wasn't your forever like I promised. I'm so fucking sorry. I wish I could go back in time and undo what I did. I wish I could've noticed how you felt. I wish I could hold you one more time..."

"All is forgiven Taehyung. We might have rushed things in the beginning but it doesn't matter. The year we spent together was one of the best for me."

"Even when I hurt you?"

"You know you really love someone when you don't hate them for breaking your heart. I love you Taehyung. I always did, and I always will, but we don't belong in eachothers worlds. You want to be happy, then please go be happy. With Jungkook.

I didn't say anything, but a few months back, Jungkook showed up at my parents' house and apologized so many times.
I saw something then. He loves you.
He's so in love with you that he was ready to go to America to save our marriage.
One could argue he's a bad person and I thought so aswel but...he's a good person. Treat him well."