"Are you sure you're okay?" you spoke softly, trying to not upset him again.
"Yeah," he muttered quietly, wiping the remaining sticky tears from his cheeks. He pulled himself away from your embrace. He picked himself up from the ground and wiped the grass from his pants.
"C'mon, let's head home," he spoke dully, extending his hand your way. You took it after a few moments of mental deliberation, and he helped you to your feet. You stumbled a bit, falling into him slightly. He put both his hands on your shoulders to straighten you out and you looked up at him.
His eyes were bloodshot. He looked very tired. His cheeks were flushed red and still a little glossy from the tears. His lips were closed tightly as if he was uncomfortable. You continued to look up at him, analyzing his every feature, as he looked down at you. It felt like you could have gotten lost in that moment.
Suddenly, he was turning you around and with a light hand on your upper back, pushing you forward. You two began walking in silence. You couldn't bring yourself to look over toward him again. He looked so broken and so determined to be unfixable. It hurt your heart to see him like that.
After a few minutes, you two reached your house and you began insisting that you walk him home.
"No way," he asserted. "That would mean you'd be walking back alone. It's getting dark out. That's not safe."
"Since when were you my brother? I'll be fine, trust me," you argued, so worried that something bad might happen to him as he made the five-minute trek home.
"If you don't let me go now, I'm just going to start running," he sounded somewhat angry, but also spoke like he was teasing you. It seemed like although he was fighting, he didn't want to leave you.
You had been so wrapped up in fighting him that you neglected to realize your hand wrapped tightly around his wrist. You loosened your grip and dropped him slowly. He began to walk away, his gaze lingering a bit on you as he turned.
You panicked. In just that moment you worried that something bad might happen to him, and you just couldn't live with that kind of worry.
"Wait!" you pleaded.
He turned around suddenly, eyes widen with shock. Almost as if he didn't expect you to protest anymore.
You ran up to him.
"Give me your phone," you urged. He gave you a puzzled look. "I said give it to me!" you insisted this time. He sighed, reaching into his pocket and placed his phone in your already outstretched hand.
"You don't have a password on your phone," you commented.
"Is that surprising?" he asked. "You think I'm keeping secrets?" He seemed offended again. You wanted to punch him for reading so hard into your every comment.
"Yes, it is surprising. Everyone's keeping secrets nowadays and almost everyone has password protection for them. So, you're right. I am surprised. You're different than everyone else, and I'm surprised," the words plummeted from your mouth. You internally cringed at how ridiculous you sounded as you continued to fight back with him, but everything you said had been true. Why were you even fighting anyway? There were so many reasons why you shouldn't have been. You should've just let him be moody and leave and possibly hurt himself. You hated that you cared so much.
"My siblings like to play the games on my phone," he confessed. You had to admit to yourself that you found it kind of cute. You let that conversation die out, choosing this time to end the bickering before it got hostile.
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Muse 📸 // Reader x Kim Taehyung (EDITING)
Fanfic"Looks like I'm your muse," Taehyung chirped, not breaking his stare. "You wish," you said before turning away from him. He chuckled. You knew this was going to be a long and exhausting semester, but part of you was kind of glad. You knew it was wro...
