Viridity - p.jm

XVI. Confession

Taehyung's POV

I look down at the bright yellow sunflowers, smiling to myself with a worried heart. Butterflies mix up in my stomach as I'm quite excited. I want this. I take a deep breath, lifting my eyes up just to see the door. The door that will lead me either to everlasting affection or to a big and awkward fail. I do a couple of knocks, soon the door disappearing from my touch.

"Yes?" -a shy, high-pitched voice answers.

There she is. Her cute pink lips, shining eyes in front of me. The little height that I appreaciate so much, and her small body dressed in an overall. I melt just in front of her. My mouth already lost all of the before-hand collected words.

"Taehyung?" -she says my name with a little smirk plastered on her rounded face.

"Oh, yes. C-can I come in?" -I snap out of it, fixing my jacket in place.

"Sure" -the girl swings the door open, revealing the empty make-up room.

"Is there something wrong? Is there an up-coming event?" -SungHee's eyes pop ot of her sockets, attacking me with questions. I grin as I fall into an armrest. She sits in front of me.

"No, no. I just stopped by to have a little, but important chat with you." -I say before nervously clearing my throat out. SungHee seems intrigued.

Somehow I become even more nervous than before. I feel this pressure on myself, when her eyes stare at me, waiting for a miracle to happen. I let out awkward giggles, trying to calm myself. I start avoiding her eye contact since I'm quite embarrassed by my cowardness.

"I would like to tell you out loud, but the words, they won't come out. Therefore I'll just show you. Okay?" -SungHee's expressions changes and I can't read her up-coming actions or words.

"Okay..." -she trails off.

"Can you stand up? It would be much easier." -I put the flowers aside, on the coffee table. Trying to squeeze out the tint of courage that's hidden somewhere deep inside me. She quickly obeys me, hoping on the wooden floor.

I stand up, in front of her. I feel my fingers shaking, lips quivering and my heart skipping beats on purpose. I hesitantely lift my hands, placing them on both of SungHee's cheeks to keep her face in place. Her sparkling eyes, lips agape give out her confusion. But she doesn't dare to conflict. My fingertips feel praised as soon as I land them onto her smooth skin. I'm relieved as I feel her under my touch.

"Taehyung?" -she calls out, ruining the slience in the room.

"Shhh..." -I hush her.

Slowly, very slowly I part my lips, trying my hardest to keep them steady. My face starts leaning in, eyes closing automatically, I feel extremely close to her, her hot breath lands on my skin every now and then. Our lips finally collide, while my hormones are going crazy. Just as I imagined, her lips are soft as a pillow. And it all feels amazing; to kiss her; to feel her. But she's frozen. She stands still without a tint of movement. And she doesn't respond.

"SungHee, could you-" -Jimin's voice echoes into the room, where both of us are centered. His words get cut off by the scene that I can't seem to find an end to. Her lips are addicting.

Soon the door slams, and we finally part. I look at her with a slight smile, while noticing a tear of terror running down her cheek. Soon enough the happiness of me fades and I seem even more embarrassed. We both just stand still. Without a word said; without a word released.

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Jimin's POV

I slam the door with full strength, taiming the beast inside of me. Why does it hurt? So damn much. The vision running past my memory, over and over. Killing me with the sight I wasn't aware of seeing. I could calm myself, but I won't. I won't because these feelings need to be released before they do more damage. At least these feelings will get to see the sunlight.

"Shit." -I whisper to myself as I feel the sour and lonely tear run down my face. I pass all the office doors, trying to find my way to the door that'll lead me to freedom. Well, at least a little bit of freedom.

My heart stings. A lot. Even when I watched my girlfriend getting fucked by a random guy, it didn't hurt as much as it hurts now. I wish that I were to replace Taehyung right now. Just the thought of her sweet lips against mine drives me wild.

"Fuck!" -another tear strives down as I try to hide my flushed face from the people walking past me.

The door finally appears in my view and I quickly push it open, running into the chilly, but bright outside. The smell of spring lingers around my nose and it surprisingly calms me. Only because it reminds me of that night, when I got to hold her in my arms. Once and for all.

For a while I sat there, on the edge of the rooftop. Rethinking the possibilities and actions I could've done. Obviously it was too late, but I had to erase that disgusting image from my mind somehow.

I know that looking into Taehyung's joyful eyes is going to be a lot harder, knowing that he has my dream woman in his embrace.

"Jimin, what are you thinking?! You're supposed to hate her and never fall in love again!" -I yell to myself into the city of busy people. I fall onto the hard cemented ground, my back painfully bounces back. But it's nothing in comparison of my heartaches.

The puffy, calmly passing by clouds clear my head. I think I'm going crazy. But I can't figure out if I'm crazy for her. I feel like I'm being stabbed by my own feelings for SungHee. Everything sucks - life, people, just everything that is on this godamn planet.

Lee SungHee,
You are slowly taking over my world.

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⬇️To be Continued⬇️