Changes // A V Fanfiction

17 // Observation

~Kang Mi-Hi's POV~

"Get dressed, I'll take you home," Taehyung asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts. The doctors kept me here for an extra day for observation. I looked at Taehyung, who was sitting in the same chair as yesterday. I looked at him.

"Mkay," He handed me some clothes from my house and I changed into them. He brought me a black romper, a red flannel jacket, and my black and white hightops. He has some great taste... even though he only had my stuff to choose from, and I either look like bad girl, or a couch potato. I came out and he smiled at me.

"Ready to go?" I nodded, and we left together. As we walked back together, there was an awkward silence, I bit my lower lip, I glanced at Taehyung, but looked back ahead of me. It was kinda dark outside. I usually liked Korea at night... it makes me feel at home, for real, more secure. I may have not had the best childhood, but at the end of the day, there's no place like home. 

"I-I'm sorry, Mi-Hi," I looked at Tae, and he was biting down on his lip, trying to fight off tears. 

"For what? You have nothing to be sorr-"

"I almost killed you, Mi-Hi!" he screamed, he gripped his hair in frustration, he looked at me with tear filled, red eyes, and I saw everything he felt, fe ar, anger, shame.... guilt. I embraced him. Did he keep this in all this time?

"But you didn't," I told him, "And you didn't try,"

"Mi-Hi... I-I'm sorry..." he cried, his screams turned into silent cries as he hugged me back, gripping the back of my shirt tightly and buried his face in the crook of my neck. 

"It's okay, Tae," I reassured him, "I'm fine, I'm fine... really," 

"N-Noo... it's not, I-I was so selfish, I'm sorry," 

"It's okay, Taehyung," He continued to cry and I started lightly singing to him. It seemed to calm him done though, because it got quieter. 

"I love your voice," he said, "You should be a singer,"

"I love your voice, you should be a singer," I pulled away from him and wiped his tears away, smiling. He flashed me a small smile and sniffed. I grabbed his hand.

"Come on! Let's go home!"

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