ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ

Cʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁸ ⁻ ᵀʰᵉ ᴷⁱˢˢ ᵂᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ᴮᵃᶜᵏ! [ʸᵒᵒⁿᵍⁱ'ˢ ᴾᴼⱽ]

I saw Taehyung ran towards the balcony. He is so lost and I know the reason. Infact I'm the reason.

I've been avoiding him for days now.

It wasn't easy-hell, it felt like torture-but I didn't know what else to do. The feelings I've been hiding, the ones I've buried so deep for so long, they've been clawing their way to the surface, and I don't know how to control them anymore.

Every time I look at Taehyung, something in my chest tightens, something I can't explain. So, I've been keeping my distance, avoiding eye contact, staying late at the studio. Anything to avoid having to face the truth.

That I'm falling for him. No, not just falling-I've already fallen. Hard.

It's been going on for a while, but recently, it's gotten worse. Maybe it's the way he laughs when he's talking to the others, the way his voice softens when he speaks to me, or the way his eyes light up whenever we share one of those quiet moments. Those moments when it's just us, and the world feels a little smaller, a little more intimate.

And that night four days ago, it was no different. Except, something changed.

- FLASHBACK -
- 4 DAYS AGO -

After a while, I stood up, needing an escape. "I'm heading back to the studio later," I said, keeping my voice as casual as possible. "If you want to join me."

I didn't look at him as I spoke, but I could feel his gaze on me, feel the weight of his unspoken question-Are you really okay? It was always like this with Taehyung. He never pushed, but his presence was enough to make me want to spill everything.

"Yeah, maybe," he replied, though his voice sounded uncertain.

I nodded, walking out of the room without waiting for more. The tension was unbearable, and I didn't trust myself to stay in that space any longer without cracking. But as I walked to the studio, my mind kept replaying the image of Taehyung's face, his soft expression, the way he always made me feel understood, even when we didn't speak.

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By the time I sat down at the piano, my fingers shaking slightly over the keys, I knew it was only a matter of time before he followed me. He always did.

The soft notes I played filled the studio, calming me just enough to push the thoughts of him away for a little while. Music had always been my escape, but tonight, even the familiar melodies couldn't drown out the pounding of my heart or the image of Taehyung's hurt eyes.

I heard the door open softly behind me, and I knew without looking that it was him. My fingers paused for a moment before I resumed playing, trying to keep my focus on the music. But I could feel him watching me, could feel the warmth of his presence as he quietly sat down on the couch.

For a while, neither of us spoke. I kept playing, letting the music do the talking, but my mind was racing. I glanced at him once, catching his eyes for a split second before I quickly looked back at the piano. That glance-it sent a shiver down my spine.

The tension between us was thick, heavier than ever. I knew he could feel it too.

Eventually, I stopped playing, the last note hanging in the air like a question neither of us was ready to answer. I leaned back slightly, feeling the weight of everything I hadn't said pressing down on me. I could sense Taehyung's restlessness beside me, the way he shifted in his seat, and I knew I couldn't avoid it anymore.

"Everything okay?" I asked, keeping my voice low, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt.

He nodded, but his answer didn't convince me. "Yeah... just a lot on my mind."

I wanted to ask more, wanted to pry, but I didn't. I wasn't sure if I could handle whatever he was going to say. So, instead, I nodded, leaning back and creating distance between us. But even as I did, I could feel him-so close, yet so far. It was driving me insane.

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice soft and tentative. "Are you okay?"

The question caught me off guard. I hadn't expected him to ask, hadn't expected him to care. My heart clenched painfully in my chest, and for a second, I considered telling him the truth. Telling him that, no, I wasn't okay. That I was struggling, fighting to keep my feelings in check every time I saw him.

But I couldn't say that. I couldn't burden him with the truth. So, instead, I said, "I don't know."

It was the closest I could come to being honest without revealing too much.

The silence that followed was deafening, and as the seconds ticked by, I felt the weight of it crushing me. I glanced at him again, stealing another look, and this time, I couldn't tear my eyes away. There was something in his gaze-something soft, something vulnerable-and it drew me in.

We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the air between us thick with unspoken words, unacknowledged feelings. And in that moment, I knew. I knew I couldn't keep denying it anymore.

I was in love with him.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I saw it in his eyes too. The way his expression softened, the way his gaze lingered on mine. He felt it too. He was falling, just like I was. Maybe he had already fallen.

We leaned forward at the same time, drawn to each other by something we couldn't explain, something we couldn't fight anymore. Our lips met softly, hesitantly, as if we were testing the waters. But the moment they touched, everything else faded away. All the doubts, all the fears-they disappeared.

I kissed him because I couldn't not kiss him. I kissed him because I had to.

It was soft at first, but the longer it lasted, the more intense it became. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mind spinning with the weight of what we were doing. And yet, I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want to pull away.

But then, suddenly, reality crashed down on me.

I pulled back, my breath heavy, my heart racing. Taehyung's wide eyes stared back at me, and for a moment, we just sat there, frozen, both of us trying to process what had just happened.

Panic surged through me, and before I could stop myself, I bolted out of the studio. My feet moved before my brain could catch up, and I was out the door in seconds, running from everything-running from him.

Because I knew that once I started falling for him, there would be no going back. Heck I can't go back because I'm already I'm love with him.

BYEE~~
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