Maybe it should have been you (kt ff)

20. (Bonus Chapter) For The First Time

Authors Note:

In this Y/n and Taehyung are around 6 years old and the setting is a fancy Christmas party for all the rich families.

Taehyung's P.O.V. (6 year old):

I hold onto my mom's hand tight as we walk into this huge, fancy room. My dad's already wandered off to talk to some grown-ups in their super fancy clothes.

The room's enormous, with a giant Christmas tree in the corner. It's covered in shiny ornaments that sparkle like the stars. The smell of pine, gingerbread, and hot chocolate fills the air, making my tummy rumble. The whole place is lit up with big, bright chandeliers hanging everywhere.

I start messing with the little bow tie Mom made me wear. It's too tight and feels like it's choking me, but I try not to mess it up too much because Mom said I looked "adorable" when she helped me get ready.

I look up at Mom. She looks really pretty with her long dark hair and that deep red dress. She smiles down at me and says, "Taehyung-ah, why don't you go play with the other children?" Her voice is soft and gentle. "There's a play area set up just for you all. It's right over there." She points to a spot where a bunch of kids are playing and laughing.

I hesitate, looking at all those kids I don't know. I really want to find someone I know, but no one looks familiar. But I don't want to make Mom sad, so I nod and let go of her hand. "Okay, Mom," I say quietly, giving her a little smile before I walk over to the other kids.

As I get closer, I see they're playing some game, but it doesn't look fun at all. A group of older boys has this small girl cornered by the big Christmas tree, and they're saying mean things to her. She looks my age, and she's really scared, her big eyes all teary as she looks around for a way out.

My hands ball into fists, and I frown at them. "Hey! Stop it!" I shout, surprising myself with how loud my voice comes out. I march over, even though I'm shaking a little, feeling both scared and brave at the same time.

The older boys turn to me, looking annoyed. "Oh, look, it's a little pretty boy," one of them says with a sneer. "What are you gonna do, pretty boy? Cry?"

I glare at them, feeling a hot flash of anger. "Leave her alone!" I say as strongly as I can, even though my stomach is full of nervous butterflies. "She didn't do anything to you!"

The boys look at each other, then one of them shrugs. "Whatever, it's not worth it," he mutters, and they start to walk away.

I watch them leave, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. I let out a big breath I didn't even know I was holding, then look down at the girl. She's still sitting on the floor, holding the hem of her frilly white dress in her hands, her dark hair spilling over her face. I crouch down next to her and offer her my hand.

"Are you okay?" I ask, trying to sound like I'm not as scared as I am.

She looks up at me, her big teary eyes meeting mine, and my cheeks get warm. She's really, really pretty. Her cheeks are all rosy, and she looks kinda like one of those fancy dolls my mom has at home.

"Th-thank you," she whispers, her voice all wobbly as she takes my hand.

My face gets even warmer as I help her stand up. "It... it was no big deal," I mumble, feeling all flustered and not sure where to look because I don't want her to see how red my face is.

Just then, another boy comes running over, looking all worried. "Y/n! Are you okay?" he asks, and I realize it's Jungkook, my friend from school.

"Jungkook?" I say, surprised to see him here.