Through It All || Reader x BTS || Vmin

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POV: Kim Taehyung

11:13 pm.

I like late nights like this, when I'm all alone in the Bangtan house. Everything is quiet, and I finally have some time when I can think.

Jungkook, Jimin, and my hyungs all went to their homes to be with their families tonight. My family lives in America now, so I get to see them during our concerts in the states.

Bangtan has a two-week vacation, and then we're back to concerts again. I will probably do nothing out of the ordinary for the next two weeks. The most that can happen is the boys and I going to an arcade or getting something to eat together.

But tonight, I have the whole house to myself.

Usually I would go to my music studio and test out some beats, but I couldn't focus today.

Something had happened during the Love Yourself tour.

That feeling had returned again.

I don't want to think about that feeling, so I get up from my bed and head to the kitchen to make myself some tea.

As I bob the tea bag up and down in a mug of hot water, I look out the screen door that leads into the garden. There is a soft breeze outside, making the tree branches dance gently in the wind.

The image of the peaceful outdoors reminds me of Hawaii, and BTS' vacation there. I would've had a great time if it wasn't for that feeling.

After Hawaii, the feeling disappeared, but it came back around the time when Love Yourself was released. I even don't know why it came back during that specific time.

I guess it was because I missed him. We haven't been spending time with each other a lot...

But it was more than just missing him. I felt like I needed him-

The hot tea spills onto my shirt.

"Shit." I curse and place the mug into the sink. So much for wanting to drink tea.

I leave the kitchen and go back to my bedroom. Sighing, I take off my tea-stained shirt and throw it towards the laundry pile. The pile, filled with Namjoon's and my clothes, is almost a foot high. My roommate and I had a system of taking turns doing the laundry, but I think we've just given up on that.

Seokjin will find the pile sooner or later and will take care of it himself. He's a neat freak, unlike Namjoon and I. Sometimes the boys and I tease him for acting like our mother.

As I slip on a clean white shirt, my phone rings in the distance. I shuffle around in my room until I find it (it is buried under my luggage, which is only halfway unpacked).

I turn on my phone, and my heart beats faster. Could it be-

It's just Yoongi hyung. He texted on the group chat, Let's all meet at the house tomorrow at noon. I need to tell you something.

I throw my phone to the side and fall backwards on my bed, sighing heavily.

Whatever this feeling was, I had to get rid of it.

"DING DONG!" Jungkook's voice crack echoes throughout the whole house, almost making me fall from the bed. That evil maknae set up his own voice as the house's doorbell.

I get up with a grunt and trudge over to the front door. Suddenly I'm feeling very tired. I've been pulling all-nighters ever since we got back from tour. I've gotten so used to having less than four hours of sleep every night that I forget to catch up on it when I have the chance. I wonder how I'm still alive.

Yawning, I slowly swing the door open.

It's Jimin. My face gets warm and to my dismay, I start to blush uncontrollably. I cover it up by rolling my eyes and saying, "Seriously, Jimin? You have a key why do you have to ring the fucking doorbell."

He laughs and wrinkles his nose. "I knew it would scare you."

What an idiot.

"Yah, whatever, I'm going to sleep." I yawn again and pull him inside. As he steps inside the house, someone follows.

A girl.

A pretty girl, with long black hair and bright eyes. She stays close to Jimin and smiles widely at me when she enters the house.

"Hi, I'm Hae-Won, Jimin's school friend. You must be Taehyung!" She holds out her hand towards me.

I take her hand awkwardly and shake it, nodding my head.

"She wanted to see the mansion." Jimin chuckles, staring at her fondly.

"It's beautiful!" She gasps, but she isn't really looking at the house. She's looking at Jimin.

"School friends? I don't remember you." I say before I can stop myself. Jimin and I were best friends in high school, and we were friends with each other's friends. But I don't recognize Hae-Won at all.

Maybe calling Hae-Won his "school friend" is his excuse for "girlfriend."

Oh no, here I go again. Why am I being so paranoid?

"Oh, she was in my chemistry class for our first year in high school, then she moved to America to study there. But we've known each other since elementary school." Jimin explains.

"I pretty much know you already, Taehyung." Hae-Won chirps. "Jimin always talks about you."

I almost choke on air. Jimin talks about me?

Of course he does, dumbass. I tell myself angrily in my head. He's your best friend and band mate.

I have to swallow multiple times before I can speak again. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Hae-Won. When are you going home?"

She seems taken aback by my question, and I realize how rude I sounded. I want to slap myself. But she's not staying for the night, is she?

Still, it seems strange for Jimin to bring a girl into the house so late at night, a girl he calls his "friend".

"Oh, um, I'm going home soon. Jimin and I were in the park and we just dropped by to see the house, and say hello to you! It was nice meeting you too, Taehyung." She's really cute. It would be no surprise if she and Jimin were more than friends.

My heart sinks. They were at the park? Having a date probably.

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As soon as Jimin and Hae-Won leave, I go to my bedroom and slam the door.

I lay in bed, begging for sleep.

But all I could think about was Jimin. The jealousy I had felt earlier was gone now, replaced with a blank sadness.

Sadness because I knew I didn't even have the slightest chance with Jimin, my best friend out of all people. Sadness because no matter how hard I tried to get rid of that feeling, it'd always come back to haunt me.

I've had many girlfriends in the past. But the relationships never lasted. The main reason for the break ups was "I'm too busy" or "It wasn't love" or "My career matters more, I'm sorry". But the real reason? They were all just distractions.

Distractions from the one person that just wouldn't leave my heart.

Short chapter but I just had to finish it! Finally getting some vmin in the story ;)