I Fell For Kim Taehyung

Beautiful

Throughout the whole lunch, Taehyung remained restrained, as if his lips were bound by some witch's spell. He didn't speak a word when he helped pay the check, nor climbing into the truck, even when Jimin asked him what was wrong.

I wanted to ask. Of course I did. I had a tendency to solve people's problems even when mine remained unanswerable. It was a habit of mine, Jimin once said. Was it bad to want to help a friend out?

"Hey, there's another party tonight! Jaebum won't be there, so no worries." Sky told everyone. My blood went cold, as if the chill of the winter air outside filled my insides. Im Jaebum, my ex-boyfriend; the only thing I've ever had that seemed okay in my quiet life. He was great in the beginning, but after two months, he ditched me multiple times. He would always want to hangout, but then he cut me off completely. I was an emotionless wreck because it was my first time being a part of a relationship.

I remembered Jimin holding me as I blubbered into his shirt, hopefully not caring about the mascara staining his shirt. Taehyung was there as well the last night I got stood up and I felt scared from how his face twisted in anger. I have never seen someone filled with rage before; Taehyung's face keeping me at bay from upsetting anyone again.

"Not another one." Jungkook groaned, slipping down into his seat.

"This one is more chill than the last one," Sky promised, laughing from Jungkook's groan. "No fights, a few drinks, and some games. That's it."

"I don't know. I have another test Monday. Plus, I'm not really much of a party person." I shrugged.

"Ona, please," The voice wasn't from who I was expecting. Taehyung was looking at me from my right, his dark brown eyes causing inflicted emotions to swarm my stomach. "You don't have to drink. Just have some fun. I'll let you come to this party." He mustered a smile, patting my thigh and causing another rush of butterflies to hit my stomach.

"What's with you?" I whispered to him quietly. He was acting very bipolar right now and I didn't like it. He was like this only sometimes; when something was bothering him or he was bored. I wasn't going to go with the latter.

"Nothing." He gave me a small smile, his pink lips looking fuller. I felt like I knew Taehyung more than he knew himself. When he was nervous he would stutter, when he was upset his eyes would aflame with anger, when something was bothering him he tried to slyly pass it off with a quick eye-smile and one worded answer. Nothing fooled me. I may be quiet, but that makes me more observant. I knew everyone's nervous tick in this car, except Sky, but I was figuring her out.

"Okay." I nodded, keeping my thoughts to myself. I wouldn't push him, that's not me. I liked it when people told me their problems instead of digging it out of them.

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Taehyung's Perspective

I sighed as Ona turned her head, almost as if she was embarrassed to ask me such a question. I was acting strange for a reason. Jaebum was the problem again. I didn't want her to get hurt again and any mention of him, I knew, made her tense.

The thing is, whenever someone tried to make a move on her, I felt the need to turn protective since Jimin was blinder than a mole. I felt the responsibility more than him. He only took note of when I'm teasing Ona, when truly I just like to see her blush because it's adorable.

I never thought of her in that way. Okay, maybe I have done things that would seem I have, but truthfully, she was like the baby sister I never had. I wanted to keep her safe and out of harm's way.

I won't deny that she is very pretty with her soft mocha hair, snowy, soft skin and trembling lips. Also, I will not pass the fact that my man senses were urging me to take everything a step further with her. But Ona was fragile like a cracked piece of glass. She could be strong when she wanted but I knew behind her fierceness there was that quiet, small girl from long ago. So, when Jaebum ruined that small bit of trust that was supposed to be saved for someone else, I knew what my job was. To keep her safe, but keep her happy.