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From the amount of worries that Taehyung possessed, it only risen when Hana was released from the hospital. They walked next to each other, neither one of them saying a word. The BTS member wanted to speak to her truthfully but he couldn't mutter any sort of word. It really pissed him off but he didn't know what to do.
On the side, Hana was battling with herself. She thought, maybe I can ask him to a date? Right away she would neglect that idea and would occasionally sigh. She didn't catch that Taehyung was staring at her at all. By the time they got to Taehyung's house, she noticed that he was smiling to himself, Hana's smile grew as she thought more about the past memories. She couldn't stay mad at her love or even blame him for everything that has happen, not only that, she knows that it's not his fault.
When they got to the door, Taehyung turned to Hana who looked up at the door. She was about to knock but her hand was held back. Taehyung grabbed ahold of her hand, using the other one to grab her other free hand, facing her towards him. He let out a sigh as if something was stuck in his throats and finally, he spoke.
"I love you." Hana's eyes open in shock, feeling her heart race and her face blushing from the sudden surprise confession.
"Tae, you don't-"
"I really do. I wouldn't have gone to you if I didn't love you," He admitted. He did have a point but why now? Why not then; at the hospital, next to her, in her face? She began thinking selfishly but in reality, she had the right to. She didn't get a reaction out of him missing her until he slipped into a coma. She wasn't sure whether to take his confession or not, but either way, she already confessed. She can't go back on it now.
"That's true Tae, but don't you think you are pushing yourself?" It was silent for a bit. Taehyung looked at their hands intertwined in each others hands, occasionally rubbing the back of Hana's hand with his thump. Finally, after a few thoughts in Taehyung's head, he sighed and smiled to her. His smile was so real, so soft and true that she couldn't help but hate herself for being a bit selfish with him.
"Hana, I-"
"You guys are back!" Suddenly, someone opened the front door, their smile rising as they saw their hands looped together. "Come in you two!" Hoseok added, pushing both Hana and Taehyung inside where everyone sat in the living room with smiles on their faces.
"Taehyung! Hana!" Max cheered, getting up from the couch to quickly hug his sister and friend.
"Hope everything went okay," Baekhyun said to them. Taehyung smiled to his mother and tighten his grip on Hana's hand. His sudden action got Hana to tense up a bit, smiling, he let his heart speak for him.
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"Thank you ARMY!" The crowd went wild as BTS walked off the stage with out of breathe, sweaty foreheads and big smiles that their manager caught.
"Good job boys on your comeback," He said with a smile. The boys bowed him and bowed to the staff and everyone that helped them and hugged them as a thank you for their hard work.
"Thank you Manager-nim for being so patient with us," Namjoon spoke up. "I don't think we could have had a successful performance without you taking care of us behind the scene."
"Aish. As much as I wanted to get you guys in trouble, especially you two." Manager-nim looked over at Taehyung and Yoongi who smiled a bit goofy towards their manger, his smile only getting bigger.
"I wanted you guys to comeback with a smile on your faces and I wanted all of you to perform together," He continued. The group bowed to their manager once again, feeling emotional that their manager took them so much into consideration. After that, they went to their dressing room where upon entering, they found presents laying all along the couch. They awed at the view, feeling their cheeks heat up from this sudden surprise.
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