secrets (little taeyong)

Chapter 46

Taeyong's POV

The tension hung heavy in the air as we made our way to the doctor's office, each step weighed down by the weight of guilt and uncertainty. Jongwoo's injury weighed heavily on my mind, a constant reminder of my own shortcomings. I knew I had let my team down, and now I could only hope that Jongwoo's injury wasn't too serious.

As we sat in the waiting room, the minutes stretched on endlessly, the silence between us deafening. I stole glances at my fellow members, but their expressions were unreadable, their thoughts a mystery to me. All I wanted was for them to forgive me, to reassure me that everything would be okay. But they remained silent, lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, the doctor emerged from the examination room, his expression grave. "It's a sprain," he announced, his voice solemn. Relief washed over me, mingled with a sense of guilt. Jongwoo would recover, but the memory of his injury would linger, a stark reminder of my own failure.

Time skip 💃

Back at the dorm, the atmosphere was somber as we settled in for the night. The others rallied around Jongwoo, helping him move around and offering words of encouragement. But I felt like an outsider, my guilt weighing heavily on my shoulders.

I longed for their forgiveness, for a chance to make things right. But they avoided me, their silence speaking volumes. All I wanted was to be part of the group again, to feel like I belonged. But it seemed that forgiveness was out of reach, a distant dream that slipped further from my grasp with each passing moment.

Desperate for a distraction, I turned to Jaehyun, hoping to find solace in his company. "D-do, you want to play with m-me Hyunie?" I asked, my voice tentative. But Jaehyun's response was cold, his gaze distant as he turned away from me.

I tried asking each member of 127, but they all brushed me off, their attention focused solely on Jongwoo. Hurt and rejection gnawed at my heart as I watched them, feeling more alone than ever.

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With a heavy heart, I turned away from my fellow members and made my way out of the dorm. Tears stung my eyes as I stumbled blindly through the hallways, the weight of my loneliness pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.

But then I saw them – WayV, standing in the hallway, their expressions filled with concern. "What's wrong, Taeyongie?" Kun asked, his voice gentle as he reached out to me.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I poured out my heart to them, my words choked with emotion. "I j-just wanted to play with someone," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, WayV welcomed me into their dorm, surrounding me with warmth and comfort. They listened as I poured out my heart, offering words of encouragement and understanding. And for the first time in days, I felt a glimmer of hope flicker within me.

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As we sat together in WayV's dorm, laughter and conversation filled the air. For a brief moment, the weight of my loneliness lifted, replaced by a sense of belonging and acceptance. I played with them, my worries melting away in the warmth of their company.

But then Kun's phone rang, interrupting our moment of peace. He picked it up, his expression growing serious as he listened to the voice on the other end. I watched as his brow furrowed in concern, my heart sinking at the sight.

"W-what is i-it?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear.

Kun's gaze met mine, his eyes filled with worry. "It's Doyoung" he said, his voice tense. "They want us back at the dorm right away."

My heart sank at the news, the brief respite shattered by the harsh reality of our situation. With a heavy sigh, I rose to my feet, my shoulders slumped with defeat. It seemed that even in moments of peace, the specter of our responsibilities loomed large over us, a reminder of the challenges we faced as idols.

Reluctantly, I bid farewell to WayV, the sense of belonging I had found in their company fading with each step I took towards the door. As I made my way back to 127's dorm, a sense of apprehension settled over me, the weight of my recent failures pressing down on me like a leaden cloak.

When I returned, the atmosphere was tense, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tensions. Jongwoo was resting in his room, his injury a constant reminder of my own shortcomings. I knew I had let my team down, and the guilt gnawed at me like a relentless beast.

But as I stepped into the living room, I was met with a surprising sight – my fellow members, gathered around the table, their expressions serious as they discussed our next steps. For a moment, I hesitated, uncertain of my place among them.

But then Doyoung looked up, his gaze meeting mine with a mixture of concern and determination. "Taeyongie," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We need to talk."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a seat at the table. The weight of their gazes bore down on me, their eyes filled with a mix of emotions – anger, disappointment, but also a glimmer of hope.

"We can't keep ignoring what happened," Doyoung continued, his voice steady. "We need to address the underlying issues and find a way forward."

The words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the rift that had formed between us. I knew that I had let them down, that my actions had caused pain and division within our group. But I also knew that I couldn't change the past – all I could do was try to make amends and move forward.

"We need to rebuild trust," Jaehyun spoke up, his voice firm. "And that starts with honesty and communication."

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. "I'm s-so s-sorry," I whispered, the words barely audible. "I didn't m-mean to hurt a-anyone. I j-just... I messed up."

There was a moment of silence as my words hung in the air, the weight of them sinking in. And then, to my surprise, Johnny reached out, his hand resting gently on my shoulder.

"It's okay, Taeyongie," he said, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "We all make mistakes. What's important is that we learn from them and grow stronger together."

His words were like a balm to my wounded soul, a reminder that forgiveness was possible, even in the face of my own failings. And as I looked around the table, I saw echoes of his sentiment reflected in the eyes of my fellow members – compassion, understanding, and above all, a willingness to move forward, together.

In that moment, the weight that had burdened me for so long lifted, replaced by a sense of hope and renewal. We had weathered the storm, faced our demons, and emerged stronger for it. And as we sat together, united in our determination to rebuild what had been broken, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, as one.