Ugly Duckling - Taehyung Fanfiction

Didn't See That Coming

"The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways, we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence." - Paul Auster

"Taylor.," He mumbled, "Taylor.., this is Jungkook."  Then paused. "And Jimin.." 

Names. I ran them through my mind, linking them to who they are. It clicked. Jimin, Junkook... Taehyung..?! Many people would have jumped up and squealed, not me. I remained silent. Ever get that feeling where you want to hide in a tiny hole and not come out? That was me then. But something kept going around my head, I loved him and didn't want to agree to it, but it still wouldn't change anything.

He lied.

Echoing through my head was the pounding of realization. Pounding so hard I felt as if I was going to faint, as if I was going to...

"I spy with my little eye.. something beginning with.. B!" I smiled, looking down at my beautiful brother. His bright blue eyes peered around the car, then outside.

"Car!" He shrieked!

"Not quite!" I laughed. But became stern as I looked at his face, he was terrified, my eyes raced to the front of the car. 

"DAD!!" I screamed. He was at the wheel swerving as a car came hurtling towards us. I grabbed Tyson and pulled him into my chest, bracing for the impact. 

The glass began to shatter, cutting my eyes. I screamed in agony as the car ahead began to climb above ours. I managed to see slightly through my cloudy red vision, Tyler my older brother grabbed me, his face cut from the glass too. Tyson was still protected, I think. I couldn't move him. Dad's seat was jutting into him, but where he was meant to be there was no driver. I looked around, I wanted to call his name. But I couldn't. My throat had tightened up. I heard heavy breathing, from a young boy, Tyson to be exact. He couldn't breathe. I pulled him away from me and just made out a glass fragment in his chest. I leaned to grab it but my vision went dark. I couldn't see. 

I didn't know that was what it was going to be like for the next 9 years. 

I lost my whole family in that accident. 

And I wish I had gone with them. I had nothing else to live for. 

Then a name came into my head. Tae. His voice started to talk to me. Urgently. But I couldn't reach it. Then a few more sounds came in, a busy street? A voice was talking, warm and husky, then another, a little bit higher than the first. I listened to figure them out. Memories came flooding in like a tsunami. He lied about who he was, but he is someone I love, both of them. Famous and not. 

I love him.

I love Kim Taehyung.

And he loves me.

"Taylor?" He asked. I nodded and snuggled into him. "You're crying..! What's wrong?" He persisted for an answer. I thought back to my dream.. or flashback whatever, I pushed it out of my mind. "Shh, calm down... its okay. You're okay." He ushed. I immediately relaxed and opened my eyes to once again see a blank view.  

Tae's POV

She snuggled into my arms and I rested my head on top of hers.

"You have to stop scaring me like that," I ordered. 
"I'll try." She said snuggling into my neck. The car door swung open and Yoongi sat down in the seats in front. Taylor tensed as the door closed, 

"Who is it?" She whispered to me,

"The one and only Sugaa!" He said emphasizing his name. She breathed very slowly, deep breaths. 

"H..Hello.." She said nervously, sitting up a bit more. "Can I have your hand?" She asked him. Yoongi looked at me confused, I simply smiled to myself and looked back at him. He did what she said and held out his hand. I reached out and pulled it closer to Tay. She traced his palm very slowly and turned it over a few times. I looked up to find Jungkook in total confusion but fascinated with what she was doing. "Hm." She smiled. "Jungkook?" He held out his hand as Yoongi took away his and stared at it. "Relax." She spoke softly like an angel. She too traced his hand and palm, creating circles and outlined his hand. 

"Blind," I said in Korean. The two hummed as the understood. Taylor let his hand go and picked up mine. Intertwining her fingers with mine she snuggled back into my neck, I rested my head on hers and the two just kind of.. watched. 

"Still mad at you." She grumbled, "If I wasn't so tired, I would be yelling." She then yawned. Well thank god, I haven't experienced mad Tay, and something told me that I shouldn't look forward to it.

Okay, so I'm thinking of updating once a day or once every 2 days, depending on how busy I am. This chapter is UNEDITED so if there are any mistakes let me know :) Edit: This chapter is probably really confusing, if so let me know and ill explain it in a later chapter :)