The familiar sound of the bell above the coffee shop hit my ears as I breathed in the scent of the coffee beans. Glancing around the shop, I spotted him. His hair was fluffed out over the tops of his eyes and he had a mask around his chin. I took in his posture which seemed off to me. His leg was bouncing up and down at a rapid pace and his shoulders were slouched forward. His elbows rested on the table to hold his head up which was intensely staring out the window. I walked over to the table quietly, still observing his position.
"Hey Taehyung," I said calmly, still wondering why he had called me here so suddenly. His head turned sharply to connect his eyes with mine and before I could even comprehend what he was doing, I was engulfed into his warm protective arms. My body went stiff with confusion and utter shock before realizing that he was hugging me. I wrapped my arms around his torso as he tightened his grip on mine, burying his face in my neck. Breathing a sigh into my hair, he finally let go and pulled a chair out for me before taking his own seat across from me. Still staring at him in confusion, I sat down, crossing my leg over each other.
"Mihyun," He stopped, breathing out a sigh, "Why didn't you tell me?"
I was taken aback by how broken and sad his voice sounded. My eyebrows scrunched together to further show my confusion.
"What are you talking about, Tae?" I asked with concern for how sad he sounded.
"About the tweets, Mi," My breath caught in my throat and my head lowered to look at the table, "Is that what had you acting so off this morning? I knew that something must've woken you up and I noticed that my phone wasn't in the place where I left it this morning when I woke up. Your behavior had been bothering me all morning and I never actually got a chance to look at my phone until about three minutes before I texted you and that was when I put all the pieces together." He explained.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to worry about me or see the way that they affected me, so I didn't tell you," I said, on the verge of tears.
"Mih-" He started to say my name. But I cut him off quickly.
"Don't worry about me though. I know they aren't true and they are just jealous fans. So, please don't waste your time worrying because I'm perfectly fine. You've got more important thing to worry about." I said, finally looking up at him while trying, as if my life was going to end, to stop myself from letting a tear fall from my eye.
"No. No Mihyun. I'm not just going to forget about this. I know you well enough to know you're not fine. I'll be letting my company know that they are harassing you and this will be taken care of the correct way." His sad voice had turned into a slightly angry tone.
"But, it's not that serious. You don't need to get your company involved." My voice broke just when I was trying to be assertive and tell him it wasn't a big deal and my body betrayed my voice, letting a tear stream down my face. It sliced straight through any fake fronts that I had been fighting to keep up. I watched as his hard eyes seemed to melt as they pierced into my own. His warm hand reached up to my cheek, wiping away the tears and caressing my skin. I leaned into his gentle touch and he moved his hand down to grasp my own which was resting on the table. Intertwining his long fingers with my own his deep voice cut the suffocating silence.
"I'm telling my company. I can't bear seeing you cry over something that I can fix." His sincerity wrapped my heart in a layer of warmth and I moved his hand to wrap both of mine around it.
"Thank you, Taehyung," I said in a hushed whisper.
"I'd do anything just to see you smile. Nothing will ever change that. I'll never let anyone hurt you." I melted into his warm voice like butter in a saucepan. My heart sizzled with the warmth from his hands and every inch of me was itching to wrap my arms around him and squeeze until the only thing I was aware of was him. His consistent and calm breathing, his metronome of a heartbeat which always seemed to conduct mine back into rhythm when he could tell I was losing track of it, his alluring eyes as captivating as a mosaic of swirled coffee, milk, and lowlights of the deepest color of the night, as if he had reached out and grabbed a handful of the stars to sprinkle them into his eyes like eye drops.
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we don't talk anymore | kth
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