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chapter twenty
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"Tae?"
There was no answer on the other side of the door when you knocked, or called his name. Your heart lurched, anxiety for him only increasing.
After he'd walked out of your office building, you'd only been able to stay in work for another hour, worriedly calling his phone and getting no response, before you gave in. You packed up, asking Jungkook to cover for you if Jaewon asked where you'd gone.
"Taehyung," you tried again now, leaning close to the wood, praying he was really in there or you'd definitely look insane. "Please. I'm sorry for upsetting you, and I want to help, whatever it is, just... please."
You listened carefully. Nothing.
Sighing, you turned to go, figuring he probably wasn't in there after all. Maybe he'd gone to find his brother, or-
But then there was a rustling from inside the apartment, and the door was opening behind you.
Taehyung was still deathly pale, but where his eyes had been wide and panicking before, now they looked dull and tired, missing their normal amber glow. He looked anywhere but at you, shifting his gaze in a mixture of shame and nervousness.
You blinked at him, realising it was far quieter than it normally was when he came to the door. "Where's Yeontan?"
"Jin took him for a walk," Taehyung said, his voice broken and husky, as if he'd not used it in a while.
For a moment, the silence hung between you. You knew that he wasn't going to speak first, so it was up to you to reassure him.
"Tae," you murmured, inching closer. "You don't have to talk about it. I just want to be there for you."
Taehyung shook his head, and for a moment you thought he might kick you out - but then he took your hand, leading you gently into his apartment and shutting the door, pressing his mouth against yours.
It was reflex. You couldn't help but kiss him back, melting into him, letting your hands go to his neck as his own found your waist. You almost forgot why you were there, losing yourself in his soft lips, the way they parted over your own, his tongue tangling with yours.
It was only when his hand came up to cup your cheek, that you realised it was shaking. His eyes were squeezed tight.
"Taehyung," you pulled away a little, though this did little to stop him. "I think we should talk first-"
