A Love so far (Taehyung ff)

11) Time with her

Tae's pov

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat as he gazed out the window of his apartment, a soft smile still plastered on his face. Yn's tentative acceptance of his proposal had left him feeling elated, despite the probationary caveat. He was lost in thought, replaying their conversation, when his phone suddenly pierced the silence. His heart sank as he saw Yoona's name flashing on the screen. He hesitated, his mind racing with trepidation. What did she want? He hadn't spoken to her since...since everything fell apart. Taehyung's hand trembled slightly as he answered, his voice cautious. "Yoona?" The line was silent for a moment before Yoona's voice dripped with sweetness. "Taehyung, darling. I heard about you and that...girl. Yn, is it?" Taehyung's grip on the phone tightened, his jaw clenched. "What about us, Yoona? We're done. You made that clear." Yoona's laughter was like ice, sending shivers down his spine. "Oh, Taehyung. We're far from done. You'll always be mine." Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his heart heavy with foreboding. What did she want from him now?

Taehyung's face twisted in anger as he ended the call with Yoona. He immediately dialed Manager Kang's number, his voice low and urgent. "Hyung, I need you to keep an eye on Yoona and my fans. I don't want them bothering Yn or finding out about us." Manager Kang's voice was calm and reassuring. "Already on it, Taehyung. I'll increase security and keep a close eye on social media. Your secret is safe with me." Taehyung's grip on the phone relaxed slightly, his mind still reeling from Yoona's ominous warning. "Thanks, Kang. I owe you one."

Taehyung stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down his face, but his mind wandered back to Yn. He remembered her shy smile, her tentative acceptance of his proposal, and her whispered "hmm" when he confessed his love. His heart skipped a beat as he replayed their moments together.

Yn's pov

I stood there, frozen, as Taehyung's words lingered in the air. "I love you, my doll." My heart raced, my mind reeling.. I felt a flutter in my chest, a spark of hope. But fear and doubt crept in, threatening to extinguish it. I thought of my past, my scars, my unworthiness. Taehyung's gentle smile and patient eyes flashed in my mind. Maybe, just maybe, he could see past my brokenness. I took a deep breath, my voice barely above a whisper. "Hmm."

I settled into bed, but my phone's ringing pierced the silence. I hesitated, then answered, my voice groggy. "Hello?" Taehyung's warm voice sent a flutter through my chest. "Hey, Doll. Can't sleep?" I smiled, despite myself. "Mr. Kim, what are you doing calling me so late?" Taehyung's laughter was low and husky. "I couldn't sleep, thinking about you. And please, call me Taehyung, not Mr. Kim. We're past that, aren't we?" My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.

Taehyung's voice was like a gentle stream, flowing effortlessly as he shared stories about his career, BTS, and the ARMY. I listened intently, my responses limited to occasional "hmms" and "yeses". He spoke about the highs and lows, the struggles and triumphs, and the unbreakable bond between the members.
"...and then, RM came up with the idea for 'DNA' and we all knew it was going to be special," Taehyung said, his excitement palpable even over the phone.
"Hmm," I replied, my eyes closed, imagining the scene.
Taehyung chuckled. "You're not saying much, Doll. Am I boring you?" "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He laughed. "Good. I want to share everything with you, Yn. Jimin's crazy dance moves, Suga's sarcastic jokes, J-Hope's endless positivity...and Jungkook's—"Hmm," I interrupted, a small smile on my lips. Taehyung's laughter filled the line. "I'll take that as a sign to keep going. Jungkook's determination is inspiring, Yn. He's always pushing us to be our best selves." As Taehyung continued talking, I found myself becoming more and more engrossed in his world. The ARMY's love and dedication, the members' camaraderie, and the music that brought them all together – it was a beautiful, vibrant tapestry, and I felt grateful to be getting a glimpse of it through Taehyung's eyes. "Yes," I whispered, my heart full.
Taehyung's voice softened. "I'm glad you're listening, Yn. It means a lot to me." The conversation flowed on, a gentle, meandering river, and I drifted along, carried by the sound of Taehyung's voice.