The last man appeared more broken then any of the ones who came before him.
His cheeks were pale, almost translucent. There was no light in his shadowed eyes, and no hint of a smile on his lips. I could see him fight back a wince as he beheld me, and his hands hung lifelessly at his sides. Whereas with the others I could see a flickering glimmer of hope flash across their features, he was the complete opposite. One look in those far-away eyes, and I found how brutally all of this had hit him. He was beyond the point of crying. I feared he might collapse where he stood.
But as shattered as he seemed, his voice was sturdy as he spoke to me from the doorway. "It hurts like hell to see you like this."
He plodded into my room with leaden footsteps, and slumped down on to the chair. "It hurts because I was so damn selfish."
His tone wasn't so much hostile as it was bitter. There was no denying the harshness of his words, but who they were directed at I couldn't pinpoint. It could have been either of us. It could have been neither of us. It could have been the both of us.
He sighed, and shifted back into the chair. As he tipped his chin to stare up at my ceiling, he told me, "I don't want to beat around the bush any longer. It's not fair to either of us when I do." Then he brought his hand to his face, and placed it over his eyes. His voice became softer, and hushed. "When I'm around you, there's this burning in my chest that won't go away. Yeah, it's painful, but at the same time I don't want it to disappear. I don't care if I'm being greedy, I want this feeling all to myself. I want your smile, your warmth, and your touch. I just want you, and nothing else."
"After everything you've been through, I know this is the last thing you need to hear right now. This is the worst possible timing for any of us to be telling you how we feel." He peeked through his fingers, noted my arching brow, and chuckled sadly. "Yeah, I know how the others feel about you. I've known for a long time, quite possibly longer than I've known my own feelings. But a while ago, the seven of us got together and we talked. We confessed to each other. Then we made the decision to confess to you. All seven of us knew that if we didn't try and reach out to you soon, we may not have been able to reach you at all. Heading into this room, I was afraid we were already too late. I'm certain every single person who stepped through that door felt the exact same way."
He closed his eyes and rubbed them with his index finger and thumb. "God, even just looking at you is making my head hurt." His hand dropped to his lap. "It's still so hard for me to believe that someone like you could fall this far. I remember all those months ago when we bumped into each other at that convenience store, and you caught me trying to steal."
I watched as he pulled a miniscule, rose coloured stuffed dog from his pocket. "I started calling her Luna after hearing your name," he said, gesturing to the toy in his palm. "Each time I saw her on my shelf, I wondered what could have persuaded you to give her to me. But now when I look at her, I question why such terrible things had to happen to someone who was so kind. It's infuriating. I've been selfish and greedy more times than I can count, but right now, I want nothing more than to give you everything I have. Everything that I am. I want to bring you to the better world you showed me. If I'm sinning by admitting to that, then quite frankly I don't care. I'll give you a better, brighter future if it means I have to steal it from someone else."
Then, before I could react, he slipped on to the edge of my bed, and leaned forward. As he cupped one cheek with his hand, he brought his lips to the other and placed a tender, longing kiss. "Every day, every summer, and every winter, there's been something that we've shared. It was there long before we met, so you cannot make it into nothing. Please, never forget that you were my first love, and no matter what, you will be my last," he murmured into my skin.
The gentle presence of his lips still lingered on my cheek as he left the room. Though, I did catch his eyes for a mere moment as he slipped through the doorway.
I may have been mistaken, but I could have sworn that a glimmer of light finally flickered behind his gaze.
Some of his hope had returned.
His name was Kim Taehyung.
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Try-Hard, Sin Harder
عاطفيةBTS X OC! Fanfiction. They were seven boys trying to face their pasts, and I was the girl that time forgot. Every single on of us were broken; trying to fill our missing pieces with each other. In the end, we'd become each other's lifeline, obsessi...
