I Fell For Kim Taehyung

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Ona's Perspective

"Feeling better?" Taehyung asked as his eyes watched me. He carried me 3 miles down to a cafe on the hill that overlooked the grey beach. I felt bad, but as I remembered what he said to me, the guilt dissipated.

As I drank my hot tea, I avoided his gaze, shrugging the wool blanket around me. Taehyung had demanded the waiters bring me something to cover up with, causing them to grow scared to deny him.

I wasn't interested in talking with him. What he said hurt. Was I being too sensitive or was I doing the right thing?

"Ona?" He said, his voice smoother than the cream poured in coffee. "Are you okay?" As I ignored him by keeping my lips around the rim of my mug and my eyes looking towards the cars rushing down the street, he sighed. "You're upset."

Really? I rolled my eyes. Such an observer.

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you." He stated, as if he was the doctor and I was his patient, my life hanging on a thread as he cut me open and tried to replace everything. But that was the thing, he couldn't. My feelings towards him was so strong I felt as though I was dragging a weight behind me; tied around my fragile heart. No one was capable of fixing such a mess.

"I believe you," I finally muttered. My hands that used to be cold to the touch were warming quickly from the mug. I loved the smell of the strong herbs that escaped the drink because it gave me such a comforting feeling as I sat here deep in my own thoughts and a bipolar boy that couldn't make up his mind. "But I feel as though I'm drowning."

"What?" He asked, leaning over and twiddling his thumbs together. A nervous habit I had picked up on over the years.

"You're pushing so much on me." I sighed out.

"If you want to do things less dramatic, I can do that. We can just go to lunch or maybe-"

"Taehyung," I chuckled quietly, raising a hand to his mouth to quiet him. "Just, stop. I just think I need a little break. At least a week at most." I told him. I was getting stressed from all of the things he was making me do. I felt like my life was in constant danger; highlight of living in Taehyung's life.

It was as if I slapped him. His face dropped even more and he gave me a blank stare, almost as how a puppy would watch you as you walked away. He nodded, leaning back in his seat as he ruffled his hair, letting some strands stick up in random places.

"I knew I pushed it." He whispered, as if he was telling himself that.

"Just a week. Hang out with my brother or the others." I told him, trying to reassure him. When Taehyung was upset he was either really scary or as gentle as a baby.

"That's way too long." It sounded like he said, but his lips barely moved as he mumbled it. I sighed as I took another sip of my now cold tea. Did I feel bad? Yes. No question about that. But I did this for my mental stability. Jumping off cliffs, going to parties? I wasn't myself anymore and I was scared of that. I did enjoy the freedom I never had before, but I felt as though I was gambling with my life.

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Taehyung's Perspective

After dropping off Ona and making sure she was safe and warm, I headed off in a random direction. My hands were stuffed in my pockets to keep them from shaking from the frigid wind. My body was still damp from the drop, but that didn't matter. I was just glad Ona was fine.

But I still felt terrible. I never realized how my crazy antics could affect people at times. I forgot about her school and how much she really cared about it. If only I wasn't so selfish.