Stigma | KTH ✔

31 | Reunion

You probably know what's waiting for you in this chapter because of its name

So I'm not going to write much here, and instead ask you to slowly work your way through this chapter (':

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My heart is beating slightly faster than usual as I pull up in front of Taehyung's house, gripping the steering wheel tightly when I see him strolling towards me with a big smile on his lips.

I hope he won't hate me for doing this. What if he doesn't even want to see her?

I quickly dismiss the thoughts as the passenger door opens and an eager, excited Taehyung hauls himself inside the car, instantly wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his chest.

"Hello beautiful," he says with the most gentle voice, grinning wide when his eyes lock with mine. "I missed you."

"Aww, and I thought you had so much fun with Jimin that you'd leave me for him," I tease, laughing at his now deadpanned expression. I then lean forward and place a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. Though, when I proceed to lean back on my seat again, he pulls me back to him and reconnect our lips. I smile into the kiss when his hands cup my cheeks to keep me from escaping again, mentally praising myself for how I succeeded in making this dorky, beautiful angel my boyfriend.

When he finally lets me go, he places one last quick kiss on my cheek before we lean back into our seats and I prepare the car for drive off.

"So, where are we going?" he asks.

"On an adventure," I reply with a cheeky smile, making him chuckle at the memories from when he unexpectedly showed up at my house to eat fast-food on that hill. I always get a little nostalgic whenever I think back on it.

It's been two days since I met Tae's mother, and the meeting hasn't stopped replaying itself in my head since then.

"The cupcake is on the house."

All I did was stare at her; in awe how much Taehyung resembled her. She's as beautiful as ever, as if she hasn't aged a day in comparison to that photo I saw in his room.

My heart pounded against my chest in excitement, so much that I forgot how to speak or what I came here to say.

What do I say?

"I'm Taehyung's friend," I blurted out when she turned around to retreat to the counter, but stopped abruptly as soon as the words left my lips. In a heartbeat, she had kneeled beside me, clutched my hand between her palms and watched me with a gaze that made my heart twist in my chest.

"My Taehyungie? Is he alright? Please tell me he's healthy," she heaved out as if out of breath, eyes glossed with tears and hope. Heart breaking even further upon seeing her desperation, I couldn't help but wondering how painful and hard it had been for her to leave her son with someone who hurt her so much.

I cracked a sad smile, feeling the tears welling up as a wave of emotions flooded my senses.

"He's doing good," I almost whispered, swallowing the lump of tears in my throat. "But he's sad. He doesn't show it, but I know he is. And that's why I'm here."