Love Me Again |TAEKOOK|

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Days Skip:

Tae was back to her routine.

But on every alternate day without fail, she would get flowers.

Sometimes, white lilies are her mom's favourite.
Sometimes, sunflowers are her favourite.
Sometimes soft blush roses, the kind Kook always said reminded him of her smile.

Always attached with tiny notes, always handwritten.

"You are still the softest part of my heart."

"I loved you then.
I love you now.
No one else has ever made the world look this beautiful."

And so on.

She kept them in a drawer.

Didn't throw them out.

Didn't re-read them either.
Except she did.
Once.
Twice.
Too many times.

And then there were the lunch boxes.
Sweet little sweets made by him.

Carefully packed.
No garlic, just how she liked.
Extra mochi on Tuesdays.
Extra strawberries every day.
Handwritten sticky notes with them too:

"More mochi's today cause Jimin might steal from you."

"Hope you're eating well. Don't skip lunch."

"Made this the way you taught me."

"Remember how we almost burnt our kitchen while trying this for the first time."

"A bite of this and a thought of you. Every bite. Every day."

Some days, she cried in her car.

She hated that he still knew her so well.
She hated that her heart fluttered anyway.
The heck he did not ever forget her to remember her.

On a fine morning:

Vmin is walking out to the cabin for a meeting.

Tae: "Do you think people deserve second chances... even when they didn't fight for the first one?"
Jimin looked at her surprised. Then slowly nodded.

Jimin: "Sometimes people break because they don't know how to be brave. Doesn't mean they didn't love you, bear."

Tae sighed, looking away.

Tae: "It's not that I don't love him. I'm just angry. He didn't give me a choice, Minie. He decided for me. For us."

Jimin stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on her arm.

Jimin: "Then tell him that. If your heart is still aching, it's because it's still his."

Tae just nodded. They walked to the meeting room like nothing happened.

But inside her chest, everything had changed, but she is not so ready to give in yet.

Days skip:

The notes from Kook continued, with lunch and flowers.

Tae was going back after meeting a client and was passing through an old building where they used to sneak out just for fun, even when they had the freedom to go wherever they wanted.

A small smile appeared on her face when she remembered the painting they painted there.

Where she once laughed with her legs in his lap, talking about forever like it was just another weekend away.

It was messy.
It was bright.
It was theirs.

But now...
It was faded. Almost gone. Like them.

And just when she was about to pass through the building, her heart stopped beating for a second, because someone fixed it, someone fixed their painting.

The paint was fresh, the lines sharper, but t
he words were the same:

"You were my favourite part of the sky."

But what caught her attention was the tiny line beneath it, added in soft white:

"And you still are."

She parked her car and got out, her hands shaking.

And beside it, the bunny and the bear they had drawn years ago, looked fresh, like it was painted just a few days ago, with his handwriting below it:

"Some memories deserve to live. Even if we don't."

This time, she tried not to cry.
She just sat there for a long time, because something in her wouldn't stop whispering:

He remembered. He rebuilt.
He still believes in us, even when he thinks I don't.

She returned back home.

When she was about to go in, she greeted the security, and he asked her to wait because she had something waiting for her.

He came back with a cover and handed it over to her. She said goodbye to him and went up to her apartment.

She freshened up and went to the cover.

There were flowers, a chocolate bar, and a tiny pink USB with a post-it stuck on top:

"This is how I sound when I miss you, miss us."

When she started to play the songs,
it was their story,
but not in words.
It was their songs.

Songs she once hummed half-asleep on his chest.
Songs he made her listen to while cooking.
Songs they danced to in parking lots.
Songs they danced to in the living room.
Songs they fought to.
Songs they never got to finish.

The last one... was new.

A soft instrumental.

Gentle.
Aching.
Hopeful.

And it broke her.

Because it sounded like goodbye, and I-love-you, and please-remember-me, all in one breath.

She closed her eyes and whispered,

"I never stopped listening."

Because she never stopped listening to them.

Tell me how it was...

So, can my pretty readers give me some ideas like how they have to meet next like their interaction.

Stay tuned😁😁.