Fanmade|TK

six

TAEHYUNG

Jungkook's words hurt. I knew I couldn't have expected him to be romantically interested in me ever, still, hearing it coming from his mouth so straight up felt like a knife slicing right through my heart.

And here I was, crying because of him in his arms like a lowlife. I don't know what has gotten into me.

I cut myself away from him and out of his arms, creating some distance between us, though it was the last thing I actually wanted to do right now. "I'm sorry, you should go back."

Jungkook was persistent. "Not before you tell me why you are crying."

My eyes wandered up to his. Those eyes which I never feared telling the truth to, those were the ones holding me back. "It's nothing. I just don't want to talk about it," I brushed it off, hoping he would buy that.

Of course not. "Is it because of the little girl? Don't worry about her, she is just a kid."

Slice, slice. Cut, cut.

My heart into pieces.

I took a shallow breath, gulping the pain down. "It's not about her." It's about us.

His eyes softened. The way he relaxed was so obvious. Does he feel so bothered by what the girl said?
"What is it then?" He asked again.

I felt light irritation spark within me. I am not mad at him, he didn't do anything wrong. It was sudden anger directed towards myself for letting the girl's and his words get to me like that. Literally making me cry in the middle of a fan meeting. I have been hiding my feelings for two years already, I never wavered. I can be strong for a little while longer.

"If it was that significant, I'd tell you. It's not though. Go back to the others, while I get my make-up fixed," I managed to say, trying to fight against the thick sound of tears in my voice.

Jungkook looked at me surprised. "You can't be serious, Tae. You were crying."

I tried to hold a strong composure. "You were unlucky enough to enter when I felt a little upset. It's okay now, I'm better." I opened my arms as if showing him that all my legs and arms where there where they were supposed to be attached.

An irritated scoff ran past his lips, "I'm sorry for trying to comfort you. I was worried about you, I thought what the girl said-

"I am really sorry for worrying you. Now get going, our fans are still waiting."

"They are waiting for you, too, Taehyung." He grumbled. "You're sending me away?"

I bit my bottom lip. I have never acted like this towards Jungkook, so I couldn't imagine what he was thinking inside. "I don't want to talk to anyone right now."

"Taehyung, I'm not just anyone-

"Okay then who are you?" It snapped out of me. Too fast, too quick. My mouth acted faster than my mind did. My bandmate? My best friend? My brother?

I waited for all those answers, but didn't expect him to say that: "Someone who really cherishes you and worries for your wellbeing. You can't expect me to leave you when you just cried."

I stared at him, surprised, my chest warming, heart skipping. I turned back to the mirror, touching up my hair. "I'm fine now. You can leave peacefully."

Something in him snapped that moment. "Okay, whatever it is, deal with it yourself. I just tried to help you." These were his last words before he stomped out of the room, leaving me back in the cold emptiness of the tiled walls and floor.