Divorced Hearts | THV

His Confession

Taehyung's POV 

Usually I was a person to keep things to myself. Ever since seventeen I couldn't quite bring myself to open up or wholly trust a person. My father would mock me for loosening up around too many people while my sister would get me to trust her and say at least something if not everything. That didn't budge me to slip and spill . The people whom I had around myself as friends, I could barely rely on them because there was a constant voice in my head that would warn me to beware. And if things went to shit afterwards, at least I didn't have things to regret. Hence I had almost forgotten how it felt to share a half of my burden with someone. That was until today where I could finally realise what peace it brings.

After the conversation with Y/n even though I had much left to be spoken , I felt as if a huge burden was lifted from my chest . I partly felt guilty about it . Sharing my thoughts with others almost felt imposing. But she had her own way to assure me that it was alright and my heart lulled into her way of assurance, slipping into the pit of trust . I trusted her . I was well aware of not only that but the numerous feelings in my heart , held for her . 

God knows how long I rested in her presence with her fingers gently tracing the sides of my face and helping me calm down . And when I finally did so , we sat together side by side , wordlessly but just breathing in each other's presence. The calm remained embracing us for quite some time until her phone buzzed with texts . It looked urgent enough for her to text back immediately . “ Oh! Look at the time. It's almost past four. I should be leaving now ." 

The one word was enough to have me on my feet following her actions, while my mind cartwheeled , trying its best to come up with something. Something which could make her stay a little longer. Just a bit more .

“ It's already past lunch time but would you like to eat something before you leave ? " I didn't even realise how desperate I must have sounded to have Y/n looking at me with her wide set of brown eyes . But when I did realise, the offer was already out loud and there was no stepping back.  " You shouldn't be skipping meals right now .” I decided to add on , trying to make a point.

She remained quiet for a moment, thinking and then she placed her bag back down which she had already collected from beside her . “Okay.." 

It was a meek reply but just enough for me to feel a certain extent of victory. " I-I guess I will quickly make something-” "You can't cook to save your life.” As I tried to speak , my words were interrupted by her sudden remark which through her expression could be said were unexpected to her as well . " Sorry I didn't mean to say it like that .” She instantly apologised , her reaction shocked . “ No.. it's fine . I mean it's true ." We had lived long enough to know for sure that I was everything but a cook . But that left me in dread . How do I make her stay now ?

As I tried to fetch for words , Y/n yet again beat me to it . “ I guess I can cook something for us." A second passed and then I was speaking again. " I- that won't be necessary..let me order something instead.” I fumbled with the phone in my hand , trying to remember if I had any number saved at all or not.  That was until I heard her next words and my actions paused.  " There's no need for that . I prefer home made food .” I wouldn't have known until then how this suggestion could rekindle a certain excitement in my heart which had expired ever since our divorce. Out of everything I had loved about our marriage, one of my favourites was to quietly watch Y/n cook beside sometimes having the fortune of watching her paint.  

In the morning, I remembered waking up early just to sit in the dining area , pretending to work when my eyes would only be settled on her figure behind the kitchen aisle , working gracefully. So this offer was not only appealing but also rekindling of an emotion.