7 + 1 Talents ♪ KTH

Chapter 15 / Moonlight

The last days I've tried to figure out who could have possibly posted the pictures. I felt like Sherlock Holmes, but at the end of the day I still hadn't more information. It's been three whole weeks since Iseul showed me that shocking news, but there still wasn't even the slightest hint.

I've texted with her a few times, and she told me there were more pictures every two to three days. And always pictures that seemed insider like, but I couldn't think of a person when I looked at the angles of the fotos.

I started to grow hopeless. And the worst part of all is, the nightmare about Taehyung getting hate because of me actually came true. He sometimes told us he got some weird hate messages when we were dinning. And it got more often every day that came by.

I was dearly worried about him. We haven't really talked those past weeks, but he didn't look that endlessly happy anymore. After we came home from practice he almost every time instantly went to his room, telling us he was just tired.

But I could tell he lied.

When we practiced together for the first time he was nothing close to tired. He always had energy, but since those posts and with it the hate comments came online he was oddly quiet.

And he didn't even have a hint about how bad I felt. I felt like I just wanted to run away. In the end it was all my fault when I came to BTS.

I couldn't be the reason why he broke. I just couldn't. This would break my heart with him.

I stood up from my desk, shuffling all my notes about my thoughts in a drawer. I rubbed my eyes in exhaustion and glazed at the clock on my phone.

1 AM.

I sighed and walked out my room. I couldn't sleep for sure, but the silence in the house assured me that there was nobody to talk to.

So I gotta wake one up.

And who couldn't be a better listener as the one that gave me this headache?

So I made my way a few steps down the hall and carefully knocked on Taehyungs door.

As expected, no response. I just opened and took a look around. It took my eyes a moment until they adjusted to the dark. He was laying on his bed, snuggling up to a Tata plush.

I quietly tip toed to him, nudging his shoulder. "Hey, wake up!"

As a response he only groaned and rolled to his side, back facing me.

"Taehyung, wakey wakey!"

There was a brief moment of total silence before he sleepily sat up and leaning against the head board.

"Seoyeon? What are you doing here?"

His voice was so deep and raspy from slumber, it sounded so cute.

No Seoyeon, not now.

I took a few steps back. "Uhm, I wanted to talk to you."

"Why now? What time even is it?"

"Something about 1 AM."

He sighed and put his plushie on his lab to cuddle it. "Fine, what is it?"

I sat down on the foot of his bed and took a deep breathe.

"I wanted to talk to you about those hate messages you got the past weeks."

"Oh, that. Why do you want to talk about it? That's my problem, not yours. Neither is it your fault."

I exhaled softly, swallowing hard to not let a tear escape my eyes.

"Well, about that... it actually is."

His sleepy eyes widened and he cocked one of his eyebrows. He didn't respond but just looked at me, questioning.

"You know, when we were at the sushi restaurant a couple of weeks ago, there were those fangrils, right?"

He nodded to show me he did remember. I continued on.

"One of them asked me if I was a girl in a picture. First I was confused since I don't own any social media accounts, but when she showed me it actually was me. She showed me some pictures of the practices. And at the end, there was one of us. You remember when you pretty much tackled me that morning on the couch? Something or somebody took a picture of us and posted it on Instagram."

His gorgeous brown eyes now were as round as the moon. "What?"

"I guess they think we're dating. That's the point."

He looked to the ground, not knowing what to answer. But I mean, I couldn't too. I didn't know what to say about it. Only a quiet sorry left my mouth.

I didn't hold in the tears any longer. I just let them flow down my cheeks, staining them with ugly marks. I closed my eyes, they hurt from the amount of salty tears that left them. I hid my face behing my palms.

I just sat there, letting it all out. I was really hopeless now. Not even Hoseok aka the sushine himself could cheer me up if he would be here now.

I felt the matress beside me sink, and right after a pair of arms embracing me. I was too shocked to say something. He cupped the back of my head with one hand so my face was resting on his shoulder, while the other one secrurily held my waist.

And I let him.

I silently cried into his sleep shirt, sobbing uncontrollably. But I finally calmed down.

He calmed me down.

My breathe steadied again, the tears running dry. My sobs went silent and I just cuddled myself into his arms.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, not sharing a word with one another.

When he noticed I finally relaxed under his touch. His hand carefully raised my face so he could look me into the eyes.

It was an extremely intense stare, a mix of worry, care and sympathy.

And then it happened.

His lips met mine.

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Wow, boring. It will get better, promise.