You sat at the cafe, holding a hot caramel macchiato between your cold hands.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I had to do it though, there was nothing else that could have been done." Yoongi was sitting across from you, his black apron still wrapped around his waist as he sipped an iced coffee.
"Yoongi. Taehyung admitted it. That he loved me. Now what will we do? How do I tell him?" You munled, your eyes vacant as you stare at the ebony haired barista.
"You were too good for him anyway. Just tell him." Yoongi was still a bit cold, mostly out of worry.
He lied to you, to the hospital.
But he was smarter than you.
And he was right, Taehyung didn't deserve you.
You sighed deeply, sipping your coffee.
"I will. I'll tell him." And Yoongi grabbed your hand, pushing a weak smile.
He was like a brother.
"You'll be okay, I'm sure of it." He said, before finishing his iced coffee and getting back to work.
You took a deep breath before calling Taehyung, he picked up immediately.
"Hello, sweet thang?" His deep voice echoed over the phone.
"Meet me at the cafe, as soon as possible." Then you hung up, the world feeling like an icy cold prison.
Why?
YOU ARE READING
Bloom - k.th
Fanfiction"The stems have attached themselves." "No." - Kim Taehyung x Reader - Flowers are beautiful, but it's hard to appreciate them when you're dying.
