Be My Escape (Vkook/Taekook)

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Taehyung pov

Jimin walks into the apartment, waving  a bouquet of flowers above his head. "Tae! Look, aren't they just gorgeous?"

I smile softly, nodding before stuffing my face back into the pillows of the couch, nuzzling my face in them.

"Tae, come on. You know I hate seeing you like this, we were doing so well."

I let out a groan and I hear him sigh, muttering, "Drama queen."

When I still don't respond, he leaves for the kitchen. "Whatever. I'm going to find a jar or a vase for these. I bought them for you, you know."

I know he's trying to guilt me, but I still feel a slight pang.

I sit up, my arms wrapped around the pillow. "I'm trying, it's just, I left my earbuds at home, and it was crowded, and there was this boy-"

At this, Jimin's head pops back out, "Oh?"

I roll my eyes, "But it got bad and I ran away. Why can't I do anything right?" I feel another wave of embarrassment come over me as the events replay through my mind like film. I groan aloud again and tuck my face back into the pillow.

"Hey, Tae. Let's not have those thoughts. It couldn't have been that bad."

"It was."

"Was he cute?"

That face resurfaces behind my eyelids and I feel my neck grow hot. "Why does that even matter?" I whine, the defensive tone in my voice making me wince.

Jimin lets out a loud laugh that just makes me feel even more embarrassed. He once told me one of the great pleasures of his life is teasing me.

"Why don't we try again? We can go out for dinner, grab some food, have some fun. It's the weekend, we should relax."

My instincts tell me to say no, but I think it over. Jimin will probably be upset if I reject him, especially since he's been trying so hard to keep my mood afloat these days.

"Okay."

Jimin has been my best friend since I was little, always there to support me when I needed him. We had met through our mothers and he understood me, well, better than most people.  And even when seeing me at my worst, he never left.

I'll never stop being thankful for that.

I get up slowly off the couch, walking over to him and the flowers.

I drag my fingers through the baby's breath buds, and brush against the soft velvety petals of the tulips.

Jimin was right, they are gorgeous.

...

I pull on some black jeans, tugging a dark grey sweatshirt over my head before slipping on some shoes, waiting for Jimin.

I grab my earbuds from off the table, and put them in my pocket, giving them a solid pat just to make sure.

The song from this morning runs through my head again and I pause.

What was that song....

I pull out my phone, typing in "love is not over" but nothing comes up.

For the next ten minutes I search, coming up with nothing. I begin to itch at my scalp, becoming increasingly irritated.

When Jimin finally comes down, I'm breathing hard, not being able to get the tune out of my head.

"Tae?"

The caution in his voice brings me back and I give him a small reassuring smile.