Bittersweet✔ (taekook)

19

Everybody's busy and excited for the coming graduation day. And me? I was beyond ecstatic, because one: I was one of the top students that will be awarded, and two: Taehyung will be there. I couldn't ask for more.

I was waiting for Taehyung to finish at his studio. He said he'll take me to the mall today to buy formal clothes for the event.

I saw the brunette come out from one of the rooms and quickly walk up to me.

"Hi" he greeted with his signature boxy smile.

I grin and blush at the sight of him. How can he look so hot every time everyday?

"Sorry I took so long. Namjoon hyung keeps receiving phone calls today that we can't even talk about the graduation."

"It's okay. I'm not in a hurry" I shrugged. "Where's he?"

Speaking of the devil, he went inside the studio with a frown on his face. He was about to pass by us when Taehyung caught his arm.

"Yah! Where were you?" Taehyung asked and Namjoon turned to us.

"Some phone calls I need to attend to." He said with a gloomy face.

"You okay, hyung?" I asked a bit curious why he looked sad.

He huffed out air and look at the brunette. "Remember Jihyo?"

"Yeah what about?"

"She just broke up with me over a broken phone case!"

Tae started laughing out loud. "Lemme guess, you either scratched the designs or snap it in half?"

"I've done both already every time I borrow her phone. It's like the seventh phone case that I broke, and this time her phone too got cracked." He looked devastated.

"That really must have pushed her to the edge."

The brunette now can't contain his loud laughter and would snort sometimes. I too was laughing at his breakdown.

The blond just huffed out air and slump his back. "I never really liked her that much."

We stopped laughing when another phone call registered on Namjoon's phone. His eyes widen at the name of the caller ID.

"Hello?"

We can't hear what the person on the other line was talking so we just stood there watching him. The blond looked happy while talking.

"Okay..yeah. We missed you too."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at that.

"How are you?" He then look at Tae. "He's doing well..."

The both of us are now curious to who it was on the phone.

"Okay.. Nice talking to you again Hobie."

I saw the brunette stiffened at what we heard. His jaw muscles clenched and his eyes turned cold.

"Taehyung." Namjoon spoke as he ended the call.

"Hoseok and Irene's here."

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Taehyung and I were walking at the mall with his hand clasping mine and looking at formal clothes hanging. The whole time, he was unusually quiet and kept on a blank face when I am not talking to him.

"How about this one?" I asked as I pulled out a gray shirt from the racks.

"That looks good." He would answer.

"Or this one?" I pulled a maroon shirt.

"That looks good too."

"Or the black one?"

"Perfect"

"But I like them all. I can't choose."

"Kookie we've been checking out almost all the clothes here but you still haven't choose one." He said giving up.

"But I want you-"

"Just freaking choose already." He said exasperatedly.

"That's why we went here together for you to help me. But it seems like you're in deep thought with your own world. You can go ahead, I can buy one eventually." I unclasp my hand from his and started walking through the men's clothes.

I blink back tears while pretending to look around, then went over to the fitting room and tried several clothes. My mouth turning into a pout thinking that he didn't even hold me back or follow me.

Minutes passed and I settled for the maroon one. I walked to the cashier while clasping the piece of clothing with a frown.

Then I felt someone grabbed the clothing from me and held my hand. I look up to see the brunette walking to the cashier with our hands clasp together again.

"Give me that." I tried to pull the clothing from him but he was quick to avoid. He then quickly handed it to the cashier with his credit card.

"Why are you paying for it? I'm the one who should be buying that." I said stubbornly.

He was still silent. After paying, I quickly pulled away from him but he didn't let go.

I'm now on the verge of crying. I blink back tears again and this time I was sniffing.

He turned to look at me and he stopped. He leaned his free hand on my face and wipe something on my cheek.

"Please don't cry. I'm sorry." He said with full regret. I didn't even realize that a tear escaped my eye.

We're now at the parking lot. And my tears just seem to flow more and he was still wiping my cheeks.

"You've b-been zoning out s-since we w-went to the s-studio. I just w-want your at-t-tention. Is that t-too much to a-ask?" I hiccupped while sobbing.

"Shh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that." He pulled me closer and hugged me.

"Why are you like this anyway? Is there a problem?" I said when I finally calmed down and not wanting to prolong the argument over petty things.

"Nothing. Just a bad day." He said, now smiling genuinely.

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'll make it up to my baby bunny. Let's say, a caramel macchiato?"

I nodded quickly with a huge grin. He was smiling also but not reaching his eyes. I have this gut feeling that whoever those people Namjoon referred to was the reason behind it.