voice | kth

f e l t l i k e

He thought of me?

Is he really an angel or is he just a charmer?

"...oh." You whispered so quietly that you figured he didn't even hear it, but he did, and he smiled softly because you thought he didn't know you had suddenly started to cry without moving or making a sound, but he did.

He understood you more than you thought he did.

"Y/n," he spoke lowly but sweetly.

"Hm?" You were timid like a mouse.

"You're my only friend here," he whispered.

You thought about his words carefully.

"You're my only friend....ever," you whispered back, another tear rolling down your cheek and your stomach started to ache. You couldn't make a sound or else he'd know you were crying. You couldn't break down in front of someone. You would embarrass yourself.

Trying not to make yourself obvious, you carefully rested your hands that had been in your lap onto the carpeted floor as you subconsciously pulled at the soft material. It was some form of comfort method you had and you considered it a habit. You always wanted to grab onto something soft or warm; something comforting, and it would calm you down.

You heard him breath in then back out, a little louder, but he was still as calm as ever.

"You deserve better than what you go through," he said quietly, just above a whisper.

If only he knew what I actually go through.

I can't tell him.

And I must deserve it, right?

"At this point I think I must deserve it," you expressed quietly with a trembling voice and you hated yourself for that. You were nervous around the boy.

"I don't know you as well as I would like to, but I know that whatever you are going through isn't something you deserve. You wanted to talk to me in person and here we are. Here I am, and I didn't come here to be lied to, so don't say that, please."

You let out a soft sigh because he just didn't understand you. That's at least what you thought. You were convinced that you deserved this and he knew that you didn't.

"I'm sorry." You had given up very quickly with explaining yourself. You weren't used to it anyway.

You heard him release a sigh but didn't expect what happened next.

Suddenly, your hand that had been nervously grasping the carpet was no longer alone, and you flinched when you felt the warmth of his fingers grazing over your own, causing yours to lay still. You wouldn't snatch your hand away because there was simply no reason to and you were too scared to move anyway. You stole a quick glance of his fingers slowly caressing your own and your stomach twisted strangely. You felt heat rush to your face and your heart seemed to speed up rapidly.

"Are you okay?" He finally asked, and you hardly heard it because you were still not used to the feeling of him touching your hand so gently.

"I could lie or I could leave that question unanswered," you answered breathlessly, because you were actually so scared, but strangely enough you were fairly calm. His voice kept you calm, and you didn't have to look into his eyes.

In one swift move he had gently grasped your hand in his hold, then started rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb slowly and you blinked rapidly in response. He was comforting you.

"You don't have to answer," he responded and you were thankful for that.

After that, pure silence had fallen between the two of you for about ten minutes as you both sat there quietly and he never let go of your hand. Your mind was racing with too much to process.

"Your hand is cold," he whispered softly, breaking the long endured silence and you looked to your side to see your hands, and then you saw that he was also looking back as well.

He knew he had to look away but oddly enough you felt like it was okay to look at him, so you let your gaze turn upward and he realized that you were okay with this. He slowly looked up at you with dark and attractive eyes, and you melted into them. His hand suddenly felt even better than before.

Taehyung watched you and saw how beautiful you were. You had such pale skin that hadn't seen the sun in forever but he found every flaw perfect. He saw so many emotions in your eyes, and he saw your tear stained cheeks. His gaze traveled down to your lips and he saw that your bottom one had been split on the side, as if you had bit it too hard recently.

All you could do was study his perfect and flawless face, and when you shifted your gaze back to his eyes you watched as they dropped to your lips, and you began to panic internally.

What is he thinking?

Is he about to do something?

Oh no I'm scared.

You blinked away new tears then timidly whispered, "I'm scared."

"I'm sorry," he whispered back, his gaze falling away from your lips and he turned back around.

You did the same and wiped away your tears with your free hand.

He never let go of your hand.

You felt horrible for making him feel guilty.

You didn't want him to feel that way.

And so you squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your body back a few inches before it came in contact with his.

You felt his body tense for a split second before he accepted your action and then you felt his head slowly lean back, so you responded by carefully resting yours against his.

You thought your heart would rip out of your chest from beating so hard because you would be so scared, but no, you were surprisingly calming down by the feeling of his warmth.

Taehyung closed his eyes and smiled softly when you did what he was too scared to do himself.

He cherished this moment and didn't want to let you go.

He was aware of his growing fondness for you and he didn't want it to stop.