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I Heard | Taehyung

I haven't done a Taehyung oneshot in a while. I have a prompt for an angst, but I want it to be a Yoongi oneshot and I haven't written about Taehyung or Hoseok in a while and UGGGHH.

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS
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    Kim Taehyung has always been hopelessly in love with (Surname) (Y/n).

   At first, he wouldn't have called it love. Taehyung has always been one to love everyone in his life. He loves Jungkook and his hyungs. He loves his fans. He loves his family, his friends.

    But not the way he loved you.

  It clouded him. Distracted him. His complete and absolute desire for you was white hot and consuming him.

   And he was letting it.

   Taehyung rubs his temples, finally having escaped his fellow BTS members. He cared for them, but occassionally, even he needed space to think.

    "Am I really ready to let myself fall?" Taehyung murmurs, his back slumping against the door. Unbeknownst to him, you were on the other side.

   Taehyung has always come to your house when he needed to talk to someone. You were the only one he allowed to see finally crack under all the pressure.

   The pressure of being an idol.

   The pressure of being a singer.

   The pressure of being seen by millions.

    The pressure of falling in love with his best friend.

  

   You were supposed to be running a few errands. So Taehyung stopped by, to wait for you. He initially had come to confess. To get the weight off his shoulders. But he eventually coaxed himself out of it and settled for confessing to your closed door.

   "Am I ready to admit that I'm in love?" Taehyung asks. You slowly settle yourself into a sitting position against the door, listening to Taehyung. He's never, in the history of ever, admitted something like this to you before.

   Well, to be fair, he's not aware he's admitting anything at all.

    "I guess I'm not. I mean, loving you would only hurt you. It's a dangerous trade, being an idol. But I guess love itself isn't an easy game either." He sighs.

   Your breath was caught in your throat, your voice trapped. Loving you would only hurt you.

   Taehyung chuckles breathily, thumping his head against the door a single time. You jump, but keep your composure and continue clinging onto Tae's words like a lifeline.

    "There I go again. Love. I guess I'm wrapped around your little finger, (Surname) (Y/n)."

   You go rigid, terror spiking your system. He knows I'm here. How does he know? How does he know?

    "....And now, I'm talking to an empty house. A sad life you're living, Kim Taehyung." Tae finishes. You relax, feeling dumb.

   "I should probably get going." Taehyung murmurs, using the door to stand. Your heart pounds under the confines of your ribcage. He's leaving.

   Do you wait until he comes back later, and pretend that it hadn't happened?
  
    Or do you seize the moment?

   Your heart thinks for you, the sheer rush of adrenaline and emotion overriding your brain. You pull open the door, emerging from your bedroom.

  Taehyung wheels around, his dark eyes wide. It only takes a millisecond before he realizes the situation and clamps his hand over his mouth.

   "(Y/n)--" He begins, about to spew out the next available excuse. What would he even say? That he was on the phone? Even a fool wouldn't fall for that. He hadn't thought you were home? That wouldn't explain why he was in your house in the first place, talking to empty rooms and vacant walls.

   You step forward, your hands finding the warm flesh of Taehyung's face. Your fingers trace his jaw unwillingly. As if muscle memory, of an act that you've never done.

    Your entire body ignites as your lips press against Taehyung's. Taehyung reacts immediately, his large hands cupping your face, running along your shoulders, your waist, your hips. His skin tingles as he traces every dip or curve that made up you.

  He couldn't get enough of you.

   Lungs burning, you pull away. Taehyung stares down at your breathlessly, his lips parted. You run your thumb over the reddened flesh of his bottom lip, his boxy smile resonating in your mind.

    "I heard." Is all you say, before pressing your lips to his once more.

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      EWWWW. FEEEELINGGSSSS.

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