Bangtan's Best Friend

Goodbye

(Eun-hee POV)

My phone buzzed for the fifth time, Taehyung's name lighting up the screen. I sighed and let it ring out; I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. I felt too emotionally unstable to face him. I'd barely even cried since he told me about the impending enlistment. I was scared, upset, and angry. Scared for our relationship's future, upset about how soon he would leave, and angry that he was going early in the first place. I'd tried to reason with myself about the reasons for his decision, but my mixed emotions continued to overpower any rational thoughts my brain could produce.

I mindlessly scrolled through the "For You" tab on Instagram, ignoring the pictures of Tae that popped up periodically. As I quickly scrolled past a particularly sexy picture of my boyfriend, a rapt knock sounded on the door. "Taehyung?" I called out.

"Try again," a low voice answered.

Ah. "Yoongi?" I said again, ninety-nine percent sure of my guess.

He made a noise signalling that I'd responded correctly. "Are you going to open the door now?"

I chuckled at his bluntness and hurried to let him in. He was dressed in all black, platinum hair peeking out from under his black beanie. He lowered his black mask from his mouth as he walked into my small apartment. "Here to check on me?" I asked, closing the door and leaning against it.

Yoongi nodded, mouth turned down slightly. "Are you okay?"

And that's when I broke down. I tried to smile, but couldn't bring myself to pretend anymore. The tears flowed freely, sobs racking my petite frame. Yoongi walked over and put his arms around me silently. He patted my back as I cried into his shoulder. After several minutes of this, I sniffled and pulled away slightly. "I'm glad you came. I think I needed to get that out."

"I know. But I didn't come here all on my own. Taehyung suggested it." Yoongi put a hand on my shoulder and looked down at me, his dark eyes sincere. "He's been worried about you since he dropped you off the other day."

I nodded. "Yeah...I just don't know what to say to him, Yoongi." I walked away to stand in front of the window, staring out at the rainy city. "I'm not okay," I added quietly as I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

Yoongi sighed. "He knows that. You just need to explain how you're feeling to him." I heard his soft footsteps behind me. "I promise it'll make you feel better about everything."

I released a shaky sigh. "You're right." I turned around to face him. "Go and get him."

"How'd you know?"

"He's staring up at me through the window."

"Oh. Stupid Taehyung."

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When Taehyung walked in, I was still standing at the window. His footsteps were hesitant as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "Hey," he said in a soft voice.

"Hey," I responded, looking down at my feet. I'm not ready for this, I thought to myself.

Taehyung remained quiet for a few moments before I heard him sit down on the couch. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Can you come and sit with me at least?"

I swallowed hard before turning around and joining him on the couch; I still didn't meet his gaze as I sat down, looking anywhere but his face. "How are you?" I asked, hoping to give myself more time to gather my own thoughts.

"Worried. I've barely been able to sleep the past few days."

I nodded, staring at the wall in front of us. "How are the others handling everything?"