POINT OF VIEW → bts fanfiction

Chapter 20

Taehyung's P.O.V

I had absolutely nothing to do. That was my excuse. I had been extremely bored, even after brushing my teeth and eating plain rice I'd found in their fridge. Even after feeding and watching her small fish swim aimlessly. It's not like I had anyone to call other than Rachel. Namjoon wasn't answering any of my texts and Nabi hated me at the moment. I had nothing else to do rather than snoop. So I did, and I was not disappointed. The book shelf that I was sitting next to now held numerous notebooks, filled with Nabi's scrawling handwriting. They were all stories, and none of them had an ending. I was immediately interested after glancing in the first one, and so I had been reading for almost an hour when I was struck with a lightbulb.

I got up in excitement and stepped towards her desk, laying my favorite one by far on it. I grabbed a short pencil from the dusty mug that sat next to the fishbowl. I was bored, and that was my excuse. Besides, Nabi probably won't see this until like a year from now. I assured myself as I began scribbling from where she'd left off. I had never actually tried writing for my own enjoyment before, and I realized it was actually almost fun. I wrote until my hand began cramping, and then some more. It was interesting to be able to make whatever I wanted happen. I was getting really into when Nabi's phone was suddenly buzzing. I was surprised to see it was a phone call and not a text. But more so because it was a call from my own phone.

"Nabi?" I asked immediately after hitting the "talk" button.

"Um, hey. What are you doing right now?" She asked quietly.

It was such a relief to hear my own voice, even over the phone.

"I'm wr--" I began, freezing in realization.

What are you doing?! I yelled at myself mentally. Of course she had to call at the moment I was doing something so questionable.

"What?" She asked.

"I'm sort of just sitting here," I lied quickly. "It's so boring," I whined, hoping she'd pity me.

"Oh, okay," she replied awkwardly.

"Did you need something?" I continued after a pause.

"Well, actually...you see..." She trailed off, I began tapping my fingers against the desk in impatience.

"Did you call to forgive me or what?" I burst out.

The line was silent, and I immediately regretted asking. Way to go. Pabo.

"Maybe it is better for us to...stick together. You know, until this is all over," she said, even quieter than before.

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that," I said in relief. "Where are you right now?"

"I'm sitting on your front steps," she replied.

"Okay, stay there, I'm coming over."

I quickly hung up before she could object. I was so relieved and I didn't know why. It was just so nice that she finally wanted to see me. But I frowned. Why do I care what she thinks of me? I thought. I shrugged and slipped on the boots from before, then I ran out the door.

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"Wow, that was really fast," Nabi said in surprise, looking up at me.