Hostage Wreck. bts ||Book 3 ✓

6. "I eat my vegetables."

Andrea's POV

I wait patiently looking at the dark window. The skies are darker indicating it might rain. After some minutes I slowly loose confidence. I sit on the blanket with a thud.

I fold my arms looking down with my eyes closed. Light taps of rain hit my head, perfect timing to blend in with my tears. My stomach grumbles when I look at the food.

I bring my phone out checking the time 00:23. I double check seeing there's a message from Fiela.

Fee:
JK finally said it! He said he loves me. I mean I've always known that he's loved me even without saying anything but the fact that he said it tonight means something. I'm so happy though

"At least one of us is enjoying our nights," I sigh. "I mean, he probably went to sleep. He has work tomorrow," I shake my head facing the skies allowing the light drizzle to hit my face. My heart drops and I take the other blanket covering myself feeling sad.

"I do have work tomorrow."

I turn around slowly catching his lean figure. "That doesn't mean, that I don't have time for you honey,"

I see him standing with a radio in his hands and a wine bottle with two glasses.

I hiccup and pout, he laughs a little walking over to me. He bends down setting the two wine glasses down as well as the wine bottle and sits on the blanket facing me.

"You did this for me?"

I quickly wrap my arms around him. "I'm so sorry. I love you so much and wouldn't give you up for any man that comes my way,"

"I know. And I'm sorry too," he says wrapping his big arms around me. "Namjoon and Hoseok both being here has my nerves and trust all high on alert. But I am sorry for behaving with no sense,"

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The music plays lightly under the tree while Taehyung and I are under the blanket as the rain pours down. The wine half finished and the belly burgers gone. He holds me tightly against his chest. Automatically everything just turned romantic. He is pure art and anything simple with him just turns to golden art.

We both gaze into each others eyes. I snuggle closer to him making our bodies mould to form heat. We are both wet, the blanket is a bit drenched but our heat keeps us warm. It's peaceful. I like it.

"Please don't leave me,"

"I will never leave you," I assure him. I close my eyes feeling his breath on my nose. "I just need you to trust me,"

He doesn't say anything but instead removes the blanket, the harsh rain pouring on us. He stretches and lifts me up bridle style. I hang my arms around his neck laying my head on his chest, his beating heart making me calm.

He enters the house closing the door behind him. He walks up the stairs, the wet sounds of his footsteps drips on the floor.

He goes straight for our room and gets in the bathroom putting me down. "I do trust you. You are perfect. I on the other hand, cannot trust myself. I'm not perfect. I have to hide all my ugly,"

"Don't," I say bringing him closer. "Don't hide the ugly. Show me the ugly side and I promise...that I can handle it. I promise that I'll not leave you,"

He smiles a hint of sadness in his eyes. "It's easy to say that, but to experience it is much different,"

I gulp and bite my lip. "I married all of you, even the ugly. I don't want only good... I want the bad too. Pour your scars and sorrows in me. Your past... Lay it on me and together we can change it. Before it gets beautiful it has to be ugly first, right?"