I Fell For Kim Taehyung

Good Terms

A/N: Remember to add "I Fell For Park Jimin" to your libraries as this story is almost done!

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Ona's Perspective

I sighed as I listened to Jimin's 90th voicemail. Each one tettering up and down like a roller coaster as he went from mildly angry, to calm, to super distressed. As we thought, he believed me to be with Mickey until he had apparently visited her and I was no where to be found. My heart felt such pain as his voice croaked at some points, constantly saying "sorry" or "where are you?". I am shocked he didn't think to look at his Hyung's home, but I was somehow grateful. I don't know how I would have reacted if he turned up.

This whole situation was beyond insane, as if I was trapped in some unreal, mythological scenario where Taehyung was the villain that stole me away while my brother was the sensitive and deeply romantic prince that just wanted everything back to normal. Of course, I didn't see Taehyung as someone evil or possessive but that's how Jimin presented him as.

"I miss you too." I whispered, ending the voicemail while taking a shuttering, deep breath. When did I become the rebellious daughter, the turned around sister? What happened to the girl that favored her dim lighted room and the bright screen of her computer that held her art and video games. Now, I was curled up on the black couch of an apartment rented out by a bunch of bachelors.

Of course, I loved each one of the boys as they have helped me feel welcome and always showed me the brightest smile. But, still. It was hard to forget the comforts of home and the constant teasing of my brother. I missed my father and mother too as Jimin informed in a text that they had left to China for a six month business trip. Which means he had the large, empty house to himself.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok asked beside me, his brown-orange tousle of hair sticking up in random places as his eyes showed concern.

"Ne," I nodded. "Just listening to Jimin's voice mails."

"He'll come around," He smiled, patting my arm. "He's probably just not used to this." He shrugged. No doubt about that. Jimin wasn't too strict when it came to boys liking me, but when it came to his closest friends play flirting with me, it was a whole new story. Now that Taehyung and I were actually a thing, it must be a whirlwind of emotions for him.

"I'm still not used to this." I chuckled, causing him to smile a bit and nod.

"But you love our Tae no matter what." Hoseok said it in the from of a statement as he knew, and as did everyone, that that was very true. I was always so shy and cringed when it came to anything involving love as I wasn't the most romantic or mushy person. I did, however, love when Taehyung smiled at me or when he would kiss my cheek if I tried to push him away. He was the most romantic man I have ever met and he was warming my solid heart filled with reserved insecurity.

I blushed, smiling a bit as I nodded, running my thumb along the outer edge of my phone that showed a picture of Taehyung and I, our cheeks pressed together as his lips curved into a breath taking smile and my hands covering my face as I laughed in embarrassment. He insisted that I make this my background as he loved how adorable he looked, making me roll my eyes at his self-absorbed comment. But, I didn't hesitate and now it's actually one of my favorite pictures.

"Taehyung, I am tired of saying no," Namjoon sighed as he walked out from down the hallway, his hair covered by a black baseball cap while Taehyung followed behind, his lips in a downward pout and his hands pocketed in his black hoodie. "Take that as my finality for this."

"Ah, but Hyung," Taehyung groaned. "You would be perfect for the part and it's the only way I could even get in."

Namjoon sighed, rubbing his eyes in obvious annoyance before turning to look at him, hands on his hips as he stared down at the younger. "You're saying I would be perfect for the part of a simple minded person that gets pushed into the dirt by you."