𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 {Editing} || 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 || 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

Chapter 23: Moments

The chill evening air nipped at your skin, causing you to slightly shiver in your place.

Pink, purple, and yellow brushed the sky as the sun slowly set over the horizon - a warm hue shining above blossom trees planted in different areas.

You could see far from your place at the rooftop of the hospital - it was a pretty sight.

But, you weren't there for sightseeing.

On the bench beside you, a certain orange-haired boy shuffled his feet around, hands stuffed into the pockets of his beige coat as his eyes were trained on his shoes.

You patiently wait for him to say something, he needed that time to reflect on the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

A few more silent moment pass by as he finally speaks up, "I'm sorry."

You turn to look at him as he looks at you.

His eyes were reddened, tears brimming to the edges, a broken exhale leaving his parted lips as he continues, "I-I know a simple apology is not enough compared to how I treated you and Jimin, a-and other people. I don't deserve any forgiveness, I-I almost killed you guys for goodness sake. If only I hadn't fallen in love, everything would've been better. I'm so stupid for hoping that you'll still forgive me."

A sob breaks out from him as your fingers reach up to wipe the tears that fell from his eyes.

He leans in to your touch as you instinctively wrap your arms around his form, hand caressing his back as muffled cries escaped from within him.

"Sh," you try to comfort him, "It's okay, Taehyung. I know it's not your fault. You tried so hard to fit into the mold of someone that you loved. But that wasn't love, changing yourself to have someone like you isn't it. Love is someone liking you for who you are, liking you for your personality. The right one will come around soon, Taehyung. Just don't change who you really are to be loved, you're perfect the way you are. I forgive you."

"Really?" He sniffles, meeting your eyes.

You pull away, wiping his tears before pulling his cheeks, "Yes."

"Ow," he exclaims, pouting as he rubbed the surface before a smile broke out.

"There's the famous box-smile," you beam, causing a giggle to escape his lips before the both of you avert your gaze towards the setting sun.

"It looks like an egg yolk," Taehyung suddenly states causing laughter to erupt from within you due to the sudden topic change.

"What? It does," he pouts as you wipe the tears from the corner of your eye, trying to calm yourself down.

"What goes on in that head of yours, Tae?" You giggle.

He huffs playfully in response, your fingers reaching up to ruffle his hair lightly before your gaze lands back onto the elysian scenery.

"I, uh, have something else to tell you," he seemed hesitant as he spoke, so you hum in response to show him that you were listening.

"I'm leaving."

Silence.

Taehyung was nervous.

Your silence was deafening.

Literally.

You look down for moment, before averting your gaze on to him, "Can I ask why?"

"I've done enough damage here. Hurt a lot of people along the way, even the ones closest to me. So it's better if I go away, start fresh somewhere," he explains.