some of taehyung's true colors are finally coming out
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Taehyung's POV
No. It won't ever come out again. Nobody will know. It's a part of the past. It's nothing but a dirty little secret. You just need to keep quiet, Tae. Pull yourself together... you can do this.
I whip my body around to hustle back into the room, but I immediately stop dead in my tracks when I almost bump into someone.
Yuna.
"What was that about?" she speaks in a brittle voice, sounding so vulnerable yet desperate to know the reason behind such behavior — hopeless to discover that one little mistake that broke my world apart.
But little does she know, that one little mistake is actually the reason why I met her in the first place...
"It's nothing..."
"If it's nothing..." her eyes move up to catch mine in a trance, "why won't you tell me?" I gulp slowly at her words, my eyes hurrying over to meet the floor rather than her fierce gaze — only by fear of unconsciously spilling out what I've been trying to keep a secret for so long.
"Not now." the words come out of my mouth almost inaudibly as I try to compose myself, a million different excuses flooding into my head to justify my wrong doing. When my eyes finally trail up to meet hers, I notice she doesn't dare to look at me anymore.
Instead, she fiddles nervously with her fingers and motions a sad nod before turning onto her heels and entering the room again, making sure to slam the door behind her.
I roll my head back and release a breath I didn't know I was holding, my gaze shifting to my right for a brief moment until something catches my attention, which causes me to stand straight with both hands alerted on each side of my body. A shadow dances against the wall at the very end of the hallway, giving away the presence of another human being.
Squinting my eyes faintly, I take a few steps forward — my night vision activating immediately to be able to see the foreign face. A small child hops out of the darkness, right in front of me, a wide smile spread across her face.
I, at my turn, tug my lips outwards as I bend down to greet her. My hands reach out for hers and she joyfully intertwine our fingers together, her small eyes dissolving into two thin lines when she smiles even wider.
