Date - Bet

Part 15 : Lovers, Lover and Love

Y/n's Pov :

There are few moments in our life, when we cannot decide what is right and what is wrong. That day was the same for me. When Taehyung was comforting me, and I was quivering badly. Till date, no one has told me, that I am not the one who killed Eunwo. That was an accident. We both were kids. Taehyung did. Several times. My best friend cut off all our ties and called me a murderer. I know she was a kid too. But her words had an effect on me for a long time. My parents tried to avoid the entire thing with me as much as they could so that I didn't have to feel bad; but instead, all I needed was someone to tell me, that it wasn't only my fault. With the each and every single passing birthday of Eun, I realize how incapable I am when it comes to my people to protect. I couldn't let the thoughts slide. Before I could get over it, my dad happened. Then the house. And eventually, I had to leave my very own home, my New Orleans. Life in Korea wasn't easy either. But somehow, we made it. Mom and I survived. Maybe it is staying away from Eunwo, but I think, he would be upset too, if he got to see me right now. Though we were kids, he used to name me his superhero. And to see your hero struggle in life, crawling to survive and fighting to breathe is not easy. I know, I saw my dad. 

That day, I and Taehyung, we had a moment. Or should I not call it "a moment". When he kissed my chest, surprisingly I was calm. Naturally, after not receiving any response from me, he looked at me with a scared, worried face. He pulled back and helped me to sit back. We were silent for a few moments and then, he was saying something. But that was inaudible to me. I erased the remaining distance between us and kissed him... on his lips. Few moments were stopped. Few were shocked, and few were numb. Those few moments. Beyond any right or wrong. Few moments that I won't regret. 

After those still moments, I felt his lips moving against mine. That wasn't dominating, that was rather caressing. His tongue found its way to my mouth, exploring every possible corner with delicacy. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I didn't even realize when I was shifted to his lap from the bedsheet. I didn't realize when his hands started to caress my back, waist, cheeks, neck... collarbone... when I started to move my hands against his heaving chest... sensitive neck... when my fingers started to grip his curly thick hair. And when the bare distance between us turned into a locked void. A void where even the air wasn't allowed to enter. His chest collided with mine once, and then didn't let go. And after that, all I knew was we were on my bed. Wild. Kissing. Just Kissing. With all the clothes on. None removed. The only skin-ships we were having were our lips, hands, toes, and sometimes necks and shoulders. When we stopped, we were breathing heavily, still unable to open our eyes; just our foreheads remained lean against each other. The only question he whispered was, "Tell me this was not a mistake. Please... tell me...Y/n, it is not a mistake..." These moments... where nothing can be wrong.  

Two days passed. We are on the way to the hospital to meet Mom. According to the doctor, she is recovering sooner than he thought. And that, if we want, we can take her home tomorrow. I can't help but curve my lips into a smile when I hear the doctor. Mom will be home tomorrow; I will have Taehyung beside me. He will be there for me tomorrow and after that. He is mine. I lose the bet. I love him way too much to care about the bet now. I fell so, so bad for him. I love him. More than my life. More than anything. I love him.

I wasn't sure for a few long minutes, what he was asking. So, I didn't answer him before asking two questions. "Taehyung, do you regret this? Will you ever regret this?" What he said, I will remember that forever. He said, "Regret? No Y/n... never. Firstly, I know you didn't kill him. Secondly, even if you haven't told me all this, I will still say the same. I know we both have flaws. And I love yours. I love you, my little troublemaker. I wasn't sure until... I started to feel your pains as if they were mine. I can never regret having you with me, can never regret kissing you... I am even happy that you came that day to me, for that stupid bet. I don't care whether you win or I do, I already lost my heart to you, Y/n. And I will lose it to you again and again; thousands of times... if that's what it costs to stay with you. To love you."