«Kim Taehyung helps your boyfriend cheat» au
«"You shouldn't be with him!" Taehyung says, chest heaving from screams. "Then who should I be with?" You ask. With a soft breath and painful smile, he says, "Me. You should be with me."»
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"Do you have feelings for me?"
Taehyung blinks.
He blinks again.
Gaze falls to your lips.
The memory he lived through two minutes ago pops in his mind. His mouth was open, your eyes were on him, then you crashed his chest and kissed him. Taehyung revisited the noise you made when doing so, the crying, the want, the same whimpering moan that made him want to hold you back just as tight and tongue the inside of your sweet mouth. You tasted like frosting in the little moment he got—a moment he wanted again.
Gaze now props up to your eyes. Yearn. Honesty. Yearn for honesty.
His hands are wet from sweat while holding your hips. Lighter hold than before, the thirst dims as Taehyung carries the weighing burden of his truth. "Yes," he wants to say, "Yes, I like you, I really like you." But for a successful wingman that can easily get women for his friends, he fails with himself.
Blank slate. Mouth dry.
Your eyes water. "Taehyung..." His silence makes you feel defeated already.
The boy ducks his head. Unaware of his shaking, minds travel down to his hands that slip off your hips and over to his shoulders. He takes your wrists that lightly rest by his neck. Body heat against his now broken, Taehyung takes a step back. When he lets your hands go, you know his answer.
The boy doesn't say sorry, doesn't explain, nor does he look your way again. He walks with his head down out of your room. Your face buries in a hurt that shifts to disbelief to anger. "Are you serious right now?" You screech, chasing him until your bedroom door. "You're not even going to answer?"
He freezes in the hall momentarily. You hold the door's knob. Tears blur your vision, shakes fuel anxiety. "I have feelings for you," you whimper. Last call, a last chance for him to turn around and see the vulnerable state he's about to leave you in.
The boy's shoulders sulk.
Your heart peeks up with pulses of hope. A hope that remains a false alarm when he leaves the hallway. Fast, fast he goes to disappear, and you can't help but scream at him. Whatever you scream out isn't nice, doesn't make much sense, and is interrupted by snorts that leads to an ugly cry. Hand wraps your mouth, you close the door behind yourself.
***
"You...did what?" Now, this voice asks about yesterday.
"I ran out sir." Taehyung speaks after he clears his throat.
The professor in the glasses twirls his pen. He never writes notes when around Taehyung, knowing it makes the boy uncomfortable and closed-off. Instead, he listens and shows limited reactions to a shaking boy this new morning.
