[ COMPLETED ]
" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm trace...
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VESTA'S POV
It's been three months since that night-the night Taehyung finally opened up about the pain he carried with him for so long. Three months since he confessed the heartbreak that had changed him.
Things have been better. He'd call up his Mom , dad often in the past 3 months. Although it was very formal at first. Slowly things are being back to how it was for Taehyung.
Half of our battle was fought. All that left was now telling my Mum and Dad. They've been busy lately and away to Paris to meet a few relatives of mine. Mum and dad have been busy ever since Susan's death, with stuffs here and there. But I couldn't wait to make my confession already once they're back to LA.
I wonder how'd they react ? But I'll convince them. I've to. And I'll.
In the last few weeks, Taehyung and I have barely had time for each other. Between his demanding surgeries and appointments at the hospital and my work, our schedules have been a mess.
There were late nights, early mornings, and canceled plans. We'd been running on empty, both of us trying to keep everything together. And the fact that whenever he'd have a little free time, I'd get stuck up in the office and vice versa.
But today Taehyung had planned something for us. And for once, there were no last-minute work calls or sudden emergencies.
I managed to get off work early, and decided to surprise him at the hospital. We could leave together, and maybe even steal a few quiet moments before heading out. The thought made me smile as I walked through the hospital's main entrance.
When I reached Taehyung's cabin, I knocked softly before pushing the door open. He was there, sitting at his desk, buried in paperwork. His white coat was draped over the back of his chair, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up.
I can never stop simping for him even for the microsecond.
He looked so focused, his brows slightly furrowed as he scribbled notes.
"Dr. Kim, may I come in?" I called softly, leaning against the doorframe.
He looked up, his expression softening the moment he saw me. "Come in, Ms. Laurent" he breathed out, a smile tugging at his lips. "You're early."
"I figured I'd save us both some time." I teased, stepping further into the office. "Plus, I missed you."
He chuckled, a low, comforting sound that seemed to melt away the stress of the past few weeks. Standing up from his desk, he walked over to me. His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me into a warm hug, his chin resting on the top of my head.
"I missed you too." he murmured, his breath tickling my hair. "More than you know."
I sighed contentedly, leaning into his embrace. Reluctantly, Taehyung pulled away after a few seconds though his hand lingered on my waist. "I just need to finish up a few things." he said apologetically. "It won't take long, I promise."
