VHope Fluffshots

I'll Always Love You

Kim Taehyung was my first love, first kiss; everything. He was only four when he promised himself to me; that we'd get married and adopt children. He kept his promise; never did he have his eyes on anyone else but me. Because of this, he'd try not to cry every time I formed a relationship. In a way, I kept the promise, too. Never did I kiss those girls. Not once did I tell them I loved them. Never did I give them my promise ring; a simple silver bad with my initials engraved with a heart. Taehyung knew it; he knew all of it. I slipped the ring on his finger while holding his hand under the desk one day during class. He was twelve; I was fourteen.

Taehyung's parents never loved him; the never took notice of him. Because of it, he became really depressed. My family and I hated seeing Taehyung this way, so we made sure that when he came over (four times a week), he was treated like family. Those days were spent up in my room in my bed; either listening to music, watching movies, cuddling, or holding Taehyung on top of me while he cried into my chest. I loved (love) him with all my heart and I wanted him to be happy, even if that meant holding back my own tears while he relieved himself of his sorrow. He was always much happier after he cried. He was thirteen.

Taehyung was sixteen when he found out he had masses on his lungs in the worst way possible. He was asleep in my apartment while I took a shower, since I had just gotten back from dance practice. I was pulling on a shirt when I heard screaming and a strange choking noise coming from my bedroom. Without hesitation, I bolted into my bedroom to find Taehyung crumpled on the ground, struggling for air. His face was purple and it was like he was drowning in his own body. After calling the paramedics, I carried Taehyung over to the front door in order to make everything easier. "Baby, stay with me. You have to stay awake. You can do this, Tae. I know you can," is what I remember saying as we waited for the ambulance. He squeezed my hand so hard that he accidentally broke a finger, but I didn't care at the time. My baby was scared and he needed me. That was one of the scariest nights of our lives.

When Taehyung told his parents, they left him with enough money to pay for hospital bills and his oxygen machines. My parents were much kinder; they allowed me to move back into the house to be with Taehyung while we looked for a one-storey house for Tae and I to live in. "Tae, it's really no big deal. You've been a part of our lives since you and Hoseok were little. We all love you," my mom said warmly, smiling as I held Taehyung from behind and kissed his neck gently. Taehyung wiped his tears and nodded, offering a small smile. "Thank you so much, Eomma. I love you guys, too," he said warily, leaning into me.  "You better," I mumbled into his neck, using the low voice I knew drove him crazy. He laughed and adjusted his cannula before resting his hands on mine. My mom giggled and shook her head as Taehyung closed his eyes in content. "You two are so sweet together. Cuties," she said before going into the living room, leaving me and Taehyung alone.

"Hobi, I love our house!" Taehyung squealed, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he gazed at our little yellow cottage. I giggled as I lifted his oxygen tank and set it on my back, before picking Taehyung up bridal style and leading him to the door. Taehyung smiled and rested his head on my shoulder as I opened the door. "Welcome home, baby." The living room walls were painted a pretty crème color while the kitchen was painted a cool blue-grey. Our bedroom was a light peach color and light grey. My father, sister and I decorated the house while Taehyung and my mother discussed the plans for the wedding we were going to have once Taehyung turned twenty-one. Pictures of me and Tae were scattered around our cottage, giving it a very homey feel. "Hobi, I love this place. We're finally home," Taehyung declared thoughtfully, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. He was only seventeen.

Our wedding was small; consisting of my family, one of Taehyung's more accepting cousins Baekhyun and our friend Kim Namjoon. Taehyung and I both wore simple white button-downs with khaki dress-shorts, since our wedding was on the beach. We exchanged rings and said our vows with tears in our eyes. We knew that Taehyung was only progressively getting worse, but we pushed through it. I remember; as I curled up behind Taehyung after a wonderful night of love-making, he kissed my arm and said, "No matter what happens, I'll always be here to hold you through the night. I'll always love you." I smiled and kissed his cheek as a way of saying, "Likewise," then settled down to hold him as sleep carried us off to Dreamland. Taehyung was twenty-one.