AN:- The continuation of their deep heart to heart ... ♥️
"I care. Taemin cares. Your Unnie cares. Jake cares. And above all TaeHee... JongHyun cares..."
At that last name, my downtrodden head snapped up to said individual my heart blooming with a sense of euphoria as his laughter and smile filled my aching vision. There he stood casually conversing, even his effortless simplicity looking like elegant royalty, the air and aura surrounding him so magnificently heavy it was awe inspiring. My eyes drank in his presence with a thirsty gaze, the dusty specks of my orbs taking out the time to admire his every style and move.
The wind blew then and shook wayward hairs onto his face obscuring his vision slightly. My hand on instinct rose up promptly as if to dust his hair back when I acknowledged the space between us. Seeing the distance I frowned, feeling oddly petulant at that realisation, a strong desire of something akin to a childlike wailing tantrum wanting to burst out of me.
His hand flew up in a vexed manner to brush back his hair, his long and slender digits entangled in his locks when he by chance happened to look over at me. Immediately a smirk dusted across his full lips and he bit his lower lip suggestively at me, my knees buckling slightly at the lustful look on his face as his eyes searched over my body resting especially on my chest. Blushing I looked away, the soft sound of a raspy chuckle following me as I moved my attention away.
Biting back the smile that was pulling on the corner of my mouth, I tugged at the warm flesh of my lower lip, my face clearly exhibiting the glimmering sense of satisfying happiness I felt at the simple interaction. Gosh, what a fleeting moment of euphoria.
"...give him a chance TaeHee, without the fear of what will happen and what everyone says and for once just trust your heart and reach out for what you want, for what you desire..."
"But Oppa, I can't just be so callous and ris-"
"No TaeHee." His voice shook a little with grief with just the utterance of a simple syllable. "No TaeHee... don't do this to yourself."
"Oppa..." I sighed out, my desperation mixing with his despair. "What if history rep-"
"It won't!" His tone of voice instantly hardened with a fiery resolve, taking me aback by surprise. "I won't let it."
I was silent at that. "We can't be too sure about that Oppa..."
"TaeHee!!"
"Aish Oppa I know what you're saying but this is serious and I can't risk a human life- I won't! And especially not his. I...I can't..."
"TaeHee." Onew Oppa chuckled. "You know he's just as stubborn as you, if not even more and he's not one to give up- and that too on someone who he's been crazy about for the past eleven years of his life."
I pouted as I twisted a strand of my long hair around my index finger. "That makes me both happy and aggravated."
His deep voice was comforting to my ears as he barked out a sweet short laugh at my annoyance. "He's a good man TaeHee. Don't push him away from yourself in the fear of a 'what if'. That's cruel to not only him but also to you too."
"Oh, Oppa... I know that what you're saying is true but that image... that bloody image of her mangled face and your anguish... I can't get it out of my head and it petrifies me to the point where I wake up sometimes during the night gasping for air because instead of you and Unnie, I'll see myself and JongHyun and it breaks my heart into scattering pieces."
He sighed loudly on the other end of the phone. "But will you really live your entire life in fear TaeHee?"
"Oppa that's no-"
