WINGS || Taehyung

#39 - Pulling Away

Jin exhaled heavily when he heard the shuffling of the bed sheets before he felt a hand resting on his head, fingers running through his hair. Feeling absolutely exhausted, Jin was about to fall into a deep sleep again when his eyes snapped open, his head lifting so quick that the hand that was tangled in his hair fell onto the bed.

He stared at the hand before his eyes trailed the length of the arm and noticed Namjoon's lips tugging slightly at the corners, his eyes staying half lidded, looking at Jin. Tears welled up in Jin's eyes as he got onto the bed before wrapping his arms around Namjoon's neck, a choked sob escaping his lips, 'Joon...I thought- I thought I lost you.' He hugged him tighter as he felt Namjoon's one arm wrap around his waist, Jin being careful not to lean his weight against Namjoon.

'Shh...it's okay, Jinnie. I'm awake.' He cooed, running his hand the length of Jin's back in a comforting manner. Jin sniffled before pulling back to look at Namjoon, his hand viciously wiping away his tears, 'Are you hurting? I hope I didn't hurt you-'

'Hey-' Namjoon's finger weakly rested against Jin's lips to quiet him, '-I'm alright, Seokjin.' When Jin frowned at his words, Namjoon added, 'Trust me. Why don't you just lie down with me for a while, hmm?' His hand went over to Jin's shoulder before running it down the length of his arm, interlocking his fingers with Jin's. Jin obeyed, a shy smile forming as he crawled closer to Namjoon, resting his head on his shoulder, his hand laying naturally on Namjoon's chest.

As they sat on the bed, bonded by each other's love and almost dozing off into yet another slumber, they were unaware of the conversation that was taking place upstairs between Yoongi and Taehyung.

'You can teach her whatever you want, Yoongi, as far as it guarantees her safety. But...but Kimroe? Yoongi are you sure-'

'It's in all honesty that I'm telling you this news, Taehyung. Father told me about it the same day and everything else associated with you. This was all a plan, Taehyung. He knew you would be after the person who'd killed your wife, and you were making things much more easier for him as you went to Kronell. But somehow, he couldn't get his hands on you.' Yoongi's eyes held concern, so much of it that Taehyung was beginning to feel scared - it had been a hideous plan all along, and not even once did he feel so. He didn't know by what part of the new he had to be affected by: the part where Kimroe killed Min Ji, or the part where he'd not realized it was a well-orchestrated trap.

'Now, I don't know why he is after you so desperately. He even went beyond the limit and called his brother back from Exile - that is not an everyday thing in Kronell. There is something to you that he is after Taehyung - do you think you know what it could be?' He asked a dumbfounded Taehyung, whose hands were beginning to shake uncontrollably. What would he know about himself? All he knew was that his wife died and now he gets to know that it wasn't Yoongi who'd killed her. All of these facts were burdening Taehyung, that he began to feel extremely frustrated.

'How- What in all hell would I know about myself, Yoongi?' He refrained from raising his voice, a vein popping to the surface at his neck.

'I know nothing! Absolutely nothing!' Tears stung his eyes as he felt helpless, not being able to recollect anything at all.

'Forgive me, Taehyung. I shouldn't have pressured you. I'll find out how much ever I can, but until then, take care of Y/N. She's extremely worried about you.' Yoongi sighed, patting Taehyung's hand gently that rested on the desk before turning his chair around.

Taehyung rose up from his seat, thoughts accumulating in his head, him almost stumbling on the threshold of the door on his way out.

You heard the shuffling of feet before the door to your shared room opened, revealing a very tired and frustrated Taehyung.

Placing the book which you were reading down on the bedside table, you walked to him, your hand raising to his face in concern, cupping his cheek.

'Tae? What's wrong?' You asked, gazing at him but he refused to return it. He shook his head defiantly, 'Nothing.' He said, taking your hand by your wrist, pushing it down to your side.

You knew it was more than just nothing. But you didn't push it, you figured he'd want some time to himself. He was already by the foot of the bed when you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his shoulder, placing a kiss at the nape of his neck before whispering, 'I know you're troubled. I'll let you take a nap, okay? We can talk once you're well rested if you want.' You squeezed your hands around his waist reassuringly before turning around to leave.

You were already few steps away from him when he turned around and had you crashing into his chest in a swift movement, his lips close to your ear as he whispered a plea, 'Stay...'

Your eyes widened at the sudden reaction, but you nodded your head nevertheless. You turned around and looked at his face, his pupils turning red as he looked at you. Your hand gently caressed his cheek, a troubled feeling growing in your stomach.

'Do you want to talk about it?' You asked cautiously as you kept your gaze locked with his. His eyes flashed a brighter red before it returned to his original chocolate brown orbs.

He kept staring at you like he was unsure of what decision to make before he made a move of pulling you closer and twirling you around so he could rest his head on your shoulder for comfort. Your heart pained at his actions, making you worry even more. But you knew he would open up to you when he trusted himself to; you just had to be patient. You remained rooted in his embrace, your hands running comforting circles on his back, gradually moving up to his hair and giving him all the comfort and reassurance you were capable of giving.

'Do you ever feel like I'm going to leave you, Y/N?' Taehyung's shaky voice suddenly interrupted your thoughts, you frowning in concern at his question.

'What are you-'

'Answer me, Y/N.' He held you tighter and you didn't know if to let out a groan at the harshness of his grip or answer him without alarming him. Choosing the latter you let out a sigh, 'I don't, Taehyung.'

'Do you ever feel like I don't love you?' He questioned again, and you felt your heart drop to the floor as you stared helplessly at the wall.

'Taehyung-' You tried to push him by his shoulders to look at him but he remained adamant, his grip getting even more tighter. As you opened your mouth to tell him to loosen his grip, you felt a certain wetness on your shoulder.

'Are you crying, Tae?' Your right hand went to his head, caressing his hair, a lump forming in your throat. He was neither telling you what was troubling him nor was he making any sense with the absurd questions he was asking you. Your other hand clutched his sweater, as you felt his hand hit your shoulder. You were sure he was crying.

'Baby, please. Tell me what's wrong?' You were practically begging him to tell you what was bothering him at this point, when you heard him sniffle.

'Y/N-' His voice broke, and you felt your shoulder getting wetter.

He pulled away, his head hanging, not meeting your gaze as you desperately cupped his cheek in an attempt to make him look at you, 'Look at me, love.'

He raised his head and the sight that greeted your eyes broke your heart: his cheeks were tinted from excessive rubbing, his eyes swollen and red from silently crying on your shoulder and his lower lip quivering violently as he looked at you - you'd never seen him so vulnerable before and it scared you.

'Y/N, forgive me.' He mumbled, and you shook your head as you were beginning to protest. Right then you recollected the familiar words from a time when he had appeared in your dreams in a rather hideous form.

But you shook your head again, not wanting to remember those times. Instead you cupped his cheek, 'Why, Taehyung? I'm right here with you.'

Taehyung knew he had to get you to leave him, he knew it was everything he could do to get you safe, but he didn't want you to know the exact truth and besides, Yoongi didn't particularly request him to not tell anything to you - so he said what came first to his mind, 'I'm leaving.'