BTS One Shots and Flash Fictions (Book 1)

Why Hello || Taehyung One Shot

I was always told if you love something to let it go, and if it was really meant to be it would find its way back to you. That's why I didn't fight it when he decided to leave me. That's why I waited for him to pull out of the driveway before I started to cry. It's why I never made my presence known at any concert. I loved him from afar, and I hoped that one day he'd realize that we were meant to be. It was the one thing I wished for upon every shooting star.

Everyone was ecstatic when they found out he was returning home to visit his family. I had stayed in touch with his parents after he left, and I'll never forget how happy they were to hear that he was visiting for Christmas. "Maybe you guys could catch back up," his mother told me. "It's about time you two saw one another again." Every time she mentioned me coming over I would come up with a reason why it wasn't a good idea. It had been over three years since we had spoken to one another, and I had stopped wishing on stars.

When he landed I was sure to be away from the airport. I knew it would be crowded, but I couldn't risk him seeing me. There was a park near my house that I often visited, so I decided to go there instead. It had a beautiful lake with several geese, so I brought some bread and sat by the edge to feed them. Once I was out of bread, I brought my knees up to my chest and watched them swim around in a single line; each one carefully followed the one in front of them.

"Why hello," came a familiar voice from behind me. I froze. It couldn't be. There was no way. "You always did like animals. I should've checked here for you first."

I turned around and my eyes went wide when I saw him, Kim Taehyung. My first love. He was as handsome as he was three years ago. I hadn't realized how much taller he had gotten; I could never really tell at any of the concerts I went to, but he had aged so much in such a short time. I was speechless.

He gave me a soft smile. "It's nice to see you, Marianne. It's been a long time."

I got up from where I was sitting, and took a deep breath before speaking. "Don't you have more important people to see?" I didn't intend to be so rude, but I was still furious at him for leaving me. "Didn't you see the crowd of people waiting for you at the airport?"

"I did," he said in his usual matter-of-fact tone. "But they aren't you." He took a step toward me and reached for my hand, but I pulled it back before he could make contact. "Marianne," he said softly. "I missed you."

I rolled my eyes. "You chose to leave, and you chose to break contact with me." I found myself biting the inner part of my cheek in frustration. "You don't get to come back and say you missed me."

"Do I get to say I'm sorry?" When his eyes met mine they were filled with pain and sorrow. My heart ached at the sight; I almost ran to him right then. Truth is; this is exactly what I had been waiting for. I wanted him to come back. I wanted him to miss me. I wanted him to need me, but after three years of disappointment, I had given up. I had tried to move on. "Marianne, I didn't want to hurt you. That's why I broke things off, I wanted you to be free."

"Leaving hurt me, Taehyung," I yelled at him. "I told you I loved you and then a week later you just left. You didn't even tell me.I had to find out in a letter." Tears had started making their way down my face, and I buried my face in my hands. "I never heard from you," I said in between sobs. "I waited for three years, and I never heard from you."

I felt his arms wrap themselves around me,and this time I didn't fight it. I couldn't fight it. I couldn't pretend like being in his arms wasn't exactly what I wanted. It was all I had ever wanted. "I am so sorry I hurt you. It wasn't my intention." He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead softly. "The truth is I love you, but I didn't know it then. I was too afraid to love you at the time. So I ran, and I used my career as an excuse." He slowly brought my hands away from my face. "Marianne," he whispered. "I didn't just come back this Christmas for my family. I came back for you."

My heart was racing so fast I thought it was going to come out of my chest. It seemed to good to be true. I looked up at Taehyung and studied his face; his beautiful, gorgeous face. I found myself laying my hand against his cheek and gazing into his soft eyes. He smiled down at me, and I felt that familiar flutter that he used to give me three years ago. I still loved him; I had never stopped loving him.

"Marianne, I love you," he said to me, and gave my hand a light squeeze. "I have loved you since I met you, and I was a fool for not telling you sooner. I was a fool for leaving you, and I'm so sorry I never contacted you. I was afraid. I was afraid you had moved on. I was afraid that you had forgotten about me."

"I could never forget you, Tae," I said softly. "I wished every night on the first star I saw that you'd come back. I would go to your concerts and pray you might see me in the crowd. All I wanted was to hear your voice again. I needed you in my life again."

"I promise you have me." He tilted my chin up so that our eyes met again. "Completely." He pressed his lips to mine and all my anger melted away. All the pain and hurt just seemed to vanish into thin air. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and couldn't help but desperately cling to him. He was my everything, and I wasn't going to lose him again.

When I pulled away, I couldn't help but smile. "Don't you ever leave me again," I said to him, and poked his chest.

"There's the Marianne I remember." His eyes sparkled as he looked down at me. "Hello love."