princess peach

in hell, there's heaven

🚨 language warning, probably 🚨

🥰 fluff i guess 🥰

* Momo's POV *

"Taehyung?"

My eyes scanned over him. His hair was fluffy and a bit messy, but it added to his goofy grin. He had on a gray hoodie and black jeans. There was a brown paper bag next to him.

My mouth parted as I tried to speak again, but I was too overwhelmed with new emotions.

Instead I took refuge in his arms.

"Hey Peaches, I came as soon as your members texted me-"  I couldn't help the wetness of my eyes and the redness of my nose.

". . . what's wrong, why are you crying?" Taehyung parted our bodies and looked down at my face, his hands rising and setting under my jaw.

He wiped my heated cheeks with his thumbs and I pressed my hand to his, grateful for his presence.

I wanted nothing more than to hear his heartbeat and hold his hand.

But I knew I couldn't. Not now.

I struggled to find the words to ask him what he was doing here, but I quickly strung up a sentence since he mentioned that the girls had sent him.

". . . Taehyung, why are you h-here?" I sounded raw and distant.

He brought in the bag, closed the door, and faced me again.

"Well, your members reached out to mine and they said that because of an emergency, you were coming back," He was clearly confused and worried, and I knew he wanted to know what it was that brought me back.

"They mentioned that you weren't feeling well, and they wanted your boyfriend to look after you," He sounded more amused and made sure to emphasize the word boyfriend.

"I remembered you said Mr. Yi's soup always makes you feel better, and the last time we had soup together I . . . well I enjoyed it very much." Taehyung spoke slyly.

Momentarily distracted by his charm, my face flushed and I felt the light nudge of Taehyung's finger on my heated cheek.

"I'm going to kill them." I frowned, mumbling under my breath.

He laughed before he brought me into his chest again. I was thankful he couldn't see my face anymore because of the amount of embarrassment and adoration plastered on it.

"Momo, you can tell me what's wrong," Taehyung's voice was deep and soothing.

I started thinking again and the light hearted moment had passed.

Japan. Kaito. Mr. Oshiro. My family.

I was drowning again.

Instinctively, I pushed Taehyung off of me and started screaming.

"No, no!" My voice was loud now. It startled Taehyung who was desperately looking at me, as if asking me what he did wrong.

"Momo, I-I'm sorry, what's-" he started to apologize and come forward, placing his hand out towards mine.

"No, you don't understand!" I didn't want to tell him anything.

I thought back to Mr. Oshiro. If I told Taehyung the truth about what happened and who I really was, I would be asking for his life. If he knew the slightest bit about me, something horrible could happen to him. My members were already dragged into this mess. 

I knew I didn't want to put him in a position of choosing me or the rest of his life.

However, at the same time, I wouldn't dare think of a future without him.

His shaken gaze met mine again and I softened at his looks.

"Taehyung, I can't . . ." my voice broke as I moved back, farther into the dorm trying to put more space between us.

"Momo, you can't what?" he spoke low.

"I can't lose you before you're even mine."

The thought echoed in my head.

"Listen, Momo, your members sent me to take care of you, they didn't tell me what it was, but they said something was wrong," Taehyung's voice seemed calmer.

"You don't have to tell me anything, but please, let me be with you, let me look after you." He cautiously filled the space I had put between us and reached out to me.

I was calmed enough to let him pull me into an embrace. I let myself fall into him without thinking anymore, letting my bones ache in his arms.

We spent a few moments like this: just us, the floor, and silence. It was enough. It was good.

I was finally in control of my emotions for once and breathed steady breaths.

After this, we moved to the living room where we ate the soup that he brought and milk tea that I had found in the depths of the fridge.

I smiled at the thought of him remembering such and arbitrary notion. He never failed at pointing out my rosy cheeks and teased me for thinking about him too much.

As much as I denied it, we both knew he was right.

It wasn't long before we were laughing again, talking about small things that passed the time but kept us happy.

We were in the middle of laughing when the sound of the doorbell rang. I stopped suddenly and my neck snapped towards it.

My heart thundered anxiously as multiple scenarios ran through my head.

Did the girls come home now?
Was it my managers?
Is my uncle here to take me to the meeting? Did the wrong person find out the truth about me?

When Taehyung made it to the door before I could stop him, one of those scenarios became a reality.

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are y'all still alive ???
i cannot apologize enough for not updating in what feels like years ?? the amount of stress i have right now from school is uncomfortable and hardly manageable and i'm sorry for making you guys wait
this chapter is short and ends in a cliff hanger but i've been working on it for months and it hasn't expanded into more so i decided to just publish it so y'all get something.

in better news, i think i finally know where i'm going with this story ??

also it's like 2 am and i need to finish homework but enjoy some fluffy shit sooo...

and YES i quoted frank ocean in the title but like it relates sis, also listen to the song that shit SLAPS and gets you into deep sad boi hours 😔😔😔😔😔😔 but it's #worthit

(photo credits to original owners)