If Not You, Then Who?

SugaKookie With Tae

There's no way for me to say this...

Except I like Yoongi. And Jungkook.
And they like me.

But now there's a new problem. I think Taehyung does too. I say this because I've been quite observing of him lately.

He's been very clingy this past week. He continues to hug me, cuddle me, and he's very touchy as well in other aspects.
Like yesterday he bit my shoulder. Yes, bit. You read that correctly.
Earlier today he played with my hair and told me how pretty I was.
And just a few hours ago he kissed my cheek and played it off as a friend type gesture.

This is all too familiar to the actions Jungkook and Yoongi have done with me. Do they all go to 'how to pick up girls' classes together or something? Because it's damn well working.

But I decided to not think too much about it with Taehyung. Maybe it is a friend thing and I'm over thinking it. Even so, I wouldn't want to pursue something with him either given I'm playing hot potato with both Yoongi and Jungkook. I'm not adding a third to the mix.

"Arielle?" I heard one of the boys yell in the other room.

My guess was already Taehyung.

I walked towards the sound that was seeming to be in the bathroom?

"Yes?" I called out.

He sniffled. "I hurt my hand."

I shook my head and chuckled as I opened the bathroom door only to meet... Taehyung. Of course.

"Doing what, silly?"

He looked up at me. His lip was formed into a cute little pout.
"I was dancing and I hit my hand on the wall."

I couldn't help but smile. There was no sign of bruising that I could see nor was there blood. And as I put his hand in mine I softly pressed around to make sure nothing was broken. He was going to be okay... He's just a big baby. An adorable baby, though.

"You'll be fine, Taehyung. Don't worry." I reassured him.

"But it still hurts. Will you kiss it?" he begged.

My smile grew as I shook my head again. "That's not necessary darling but sure." I agreed.

This made him happy. I always loved seeing him happy. Who didn't? Hoseok and Taehyung are definitely the ones to cheer up the group. Always being uplifting and joyous. Never failing to plant a contagious smile on their faces and sharing laughter amongst themselves. Couldn't deny my personal admiration for that.

As my lips very softly made contact with his palm. His breathing, I noticed, had stopped. The air didn't feel tense now but instead something else I couldn't quite put a finger on. I looked up at him and his eyes were filled with... Well I can't say what it was because I couldn't get it myself.

But he placed his hurt hand on my face. Perhaps being on one knee didn't help anything but I was already here. Looking up at him and he looking down at me. I wouldn't know if this was awkward. But it definitely didn't feel wrong.

Even when he leaned down a smidge and whispered to me: "You're so pretty. I can't feel my heart... Did you take it?"

Dammit. I stopped breathing too.

They didn't take classes on how to pick up girls. They're God damn angels. That's the absolute truth. And I couldn't hold back my feelings anymore.

"Maybe I did. Did you want it back?" I prodded; playing along.

He smirked and cocked his head to the side. Fully engrossed in my words. Entirely in this moment with me.

His eyes trailed up and down my face carefully as if he was trying to read me.
"No. Have it. I'm leaving it with you." he paused. "Take care of it, Arielle. I know you will."