Fanmade|TK

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TAEHYUNG

Even though I told myself that I didn't want to see Jungkook today, I figured that it would be stupidly unfair towards him.

He didn't do anything wrong and I still unlashed on him as if he was the reason World War II broke out.

When there was a knock on my door that night, I knew there was a possibility that it was him and that is why I opened up.

He was surprised to see me and it intensified the guilt within me, knowing he hadn't expected me to open the door.

Like a stature, he just stood there looking at me. So I waved my hand in front of his face, making him flinch and finally look somewhere else but me.

"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously. I knew he wouldn't be the one to talk first and being the reason of our fight in the first place, I started. He deserves an explanation, at least.

"I.. can't sleep." He confessed, nervously scratching the back of his head, looking downwards- looking cute, making it hard to say no.

"You want to come in or stand in front of my door for the rest of the night?"

He finally looked up, not having expected me to say that. I gave him a soft smile, hoping he'll understand that I am not mad at him anymore. Not that I ever was, but that is exactly how I probably made it seem to him.

Taking a step back, I opened the door wider for him to enter my room without me staying in his way. He hesitated, but wordlessly entered.

He was definitely not on tracks due to our fight. It made me feel miserable. For what I said, for shouting at him. For making him feel miserable too. It's my fault that I can't accept the fact that he would never see me the way I see him.

There we stood now, in front of each other, no one daring to talk and open up. But this topic has to be talked about, I have to apologize. The silence was awkward, throat tightening, so I started, not being able to bear it anymore.

"Jungkook, I-
"Taehyung, I-

Surprised, our eyes met. A moment passed and then both of us began to laugh a little, some of the tension easing.

His lips stayed in a smile, as he told me to begin. I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. For how I reacted during the fan meeting and for sending you away. Nothing of this was your fault and I still lashed out on you. I'm genuinely sorry," I spoke.

His smile had wavered, his expression looking more conflicted. "I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me why you cried when you didn't want to. I should have left you alone when you asked me to. I'm also very sorry."

His beautiful voice reflected so much pain. My heart squeezed. "You don't have to apologize, you just wanted to comfort me. Thank you. I should have appreciated it, instead of refusing it..." I said the last part more to myself then to him.

His eyes still held that pain in them and I felt like there was something else about the whole situation bothering him. Hesitantly, I placed my hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I acted horribly today. I am the only one to be blamed for what happened earlier."

He wanted to refuse, but it seemed he had realized I was right. Good, because I would never want Jungkook to feel bad for something he did not do wrong.

"I just... This is new to me," His voice was almost a whisper, "We never had a fight like this before and... we always tell each other everything that bothers us, so when you refused to tell me why you cried.. I don't know. I don't even know what it is." He was confused. And I get why.