The Idol's Deadly Obsession [On Hold] | kth √

27. With You, Again

-When it comes to you... there is no one.

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows, after Yoongi stopping the recording. He removes the headphones, getting out of the recording booth.

He was recording the outro of his song featured with RM, that is to be released but the older has confused him by stopping the beat, for him to listen at.

"What's wrong, Hyung? Why did you stop the beat?" The younger asks, leaning on the glass wall.

"I have to ask you the same question." Yoongi reprimands, at the younger.

"What's wrong with me?" Taehyung asks, in disbelief. His eyes widen.

"Tae, you're not sounding like you." The producer says.

Taehyung let's out a frustrated sigh, biting his bottom lip. He brushes his fingers, in his silky black hairs. He knows what's wrong with him, he knows what's happening, he thought he was too strong to fight his inner emotions, but- the results have come out bad.

Thoughts are tormenting him. You're all over his mind, at each corner it, he feels fucked up, bad at contemplating, bad on deciding what he should do.

His male ego is playing a crucial part, his ego is telling him to not heed what you said yesterday but his heart is telling otherwise.

He wants to meet you, talk to you, hug you, kiss you, fuck- he wants you at this right moment, in his arms, holding you tightly to his chest, hearing your soft, soulful breath, like a song to his ears.

When he is thinking about that, memories of the rainy night comes-

Ego can ruin us, if we listen to whatever it tells us. It shouldn't tame us but Taehyung is letting it tame him, that's why his mind is fucked up.

"I'll do it again." Taehyung says, abruptly. He don't want to be affected by a single thing, he wants his mind to be working fine.

Yoongi looks at the younger, he doesn't believe him, he don't think he'll come up with the right notes. "Okay, go." He says, starting the device.

Taehyung gets inside the booth again, putting on the headphones, the beat starts, Yoongi shows him a thumb up, so he can start.

The younger let's out a loud sigh.

The dawn passe-

'If you want to sort out things between us, you can come pick me up after it's done. If not then- I don't know.'

"Fuck." Taehyung grumbles, taking off the headphones. It's fucking not happening, you're just coming in his brain and those words have been in his head. When he is thinking about you, those words are ringing in his mind like a person constantly ringing on a door bell.

He pushes his hairs back, with both hands, eyes closed, lips shaped into a thin line, his mind is playing tricks with him.

"Is it her?" Taehyung hears Yoongi's voice.