For You ( Kim Taehyung) ✔️

Chapter 17

Eyes staring deeply into her eyes, he could almost hear his own heart breaking as he saw the flicker of sadness on her face. A gush of guilt sparked in his heart as he watches Yura stood there frozen, her right hand clenching on her brown satchel hung across her body.

Witnessing the whole scenario, Aeri quickly pulled Yura's hand, turning her around as she told Jaeha she has an emergency and had to go to the toilet. She dragged Yura along the walkway, feeling her own heart shattering as she remembers the look on Yura's face when she saw Taehyung with that woman.

This asshole

"Sit here"

Aeri grabbed her shoulders, pushing her body, forcing her to sit at the chair in front of a random convenience store she found along their escape route. Running her fingers through her hair as she takes the seat beside Yura, she pulls out her phone and texted Jaeha. She insisted that Jaeha proceed with his plans and he doesn't need to wait for them.

Yura looks down through her trembling fingers, feeling her blood rushing up to her head, remembering every detail of the sight of Taehyung with that same woman—the woman she saw that night. Thousands of questions flooded her mind, endless possibilities began to make their way, invading her rationality.

She couldn't even think rationally anymore

"Is that the woman? Was that her?", Aeri asked as she placed one hand on Yura's thigh.

"Yes"

Yura swallowed hard as she clenched her fists on the hem of her maroon colored coat, feeling her nails digging into her thighs.

She doesn't know why she is reacting like this. She has no idea seeing Taehyung with another woman will affect her this bad. She couldn't believe her own heart for breaking itself at the sight of him with someone else. She had never pictured it but now that she saw them with her very eyes—heartbroken is an understatement.

"Yura...", Aeri called out softly

"I am fine"

Obviously, not fine.

"No, you are not. Please, why is it so hard to admit it to yourself? You have feelings for Taehyung, doesn't it? Why are you torturing yourself denying your own feelings? Why are you always like this? I hate it when you're not transparent"

Slowly lifting her gaze, staring blankly at the empty table across her, Yura watches from the corner of her eyes as Aeri looks at her, patiently waiting for her to speak. Somewhere a long the line, she wants to admit that she does have feelings for Taehyung, but at certain point, she couldn't.

Not that she doesn't want to, but she couldn't. She just can't.

The whole marriage has become a blurred vision to her—no clarity. She has no idea if her marriage is ever going to work. She doesn't believe herself being capable of fulfilling the role of a wife to someone she barely knows. She has no faith in herself. She is doubtful.

But the only thing she is sure about is, her growing affection towards Taehyung.

But, she doubts herself.

She feels timid whenever she reminds herself about her status—the adopted daughter of the family. She feels she doesn't have a say in the circle thus she feels like an outsider. All those doubts grew onto her making her feel she is drifting away at times. She questions her roots, wanting to know about her real parents, or perhaps she has other siblings. All those thoughts haunt her every night, making it hard for her to sleep.

And the image of the woman she met that day follows her whenever she goes. That woman is still unknown and for once, she just wants to find her and ask her all the questions. Countless questions in her head, unanswered.

"Yura, answer me", Aeri's soft voice snapped her out of her drowning thoughts, making her lift her head blankly, her eyes staring at Aeri as she blinks.

"I think I do have feelings for him. And I am scared"

She confessed, feeling her heart hammering through her chest to her own confession. It feels heavy and light, such contrast that makes her feel anxious as she admits her feelings.

Aeri softly tugs on Yura's right hand, pulling her in her arms as she pats the back of Yura's head. She knows the struggle Yura has been facing and as the closest to her, she witnessed everything with her own eyes.

"I know, and I am here for you, always. Please, lean on me sometimes", Aeri replied as she tightens her grasp, holding Yura tight in her embrace.

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Yura slumps herself onto her bed, sniffing the faint smell of lavender of her bed sheets that she really loves. She rolls back and forth, cuddling her pillows as she closed her eyes, needing the rest after a long day at school. She is finally back home, and she was glad Taehyung wasn't home when she arrived.

Getting herself comfy under her fluffy cotton blanket, she slowly drifts to a slumber as she feels her lids becoming heavier each second. Yura felt asleep right away, her hands snuggling onto her bolsters as she rests her head comfortably on her pillow.

Cling!

Startled by the sudden sound of something falling to the floor, Yura woke up in panic, head turning left and right as she tries to find the source of the sound. Attentively listening to the faint sound of furniture being moved, she got to her feet in flash, dashing out of her room.

Taehyung stood in the middle of the kitchen, his hand gripping on one chair as if anchoring himself from dropping to the floor. Yura eyes spot the small pot laying on the tiles—it must have slipped off his fingers. Her eyes trail back to Taehyung, his back facing her as he inches his way slowly towards the fridge. She could hear his heavy chesty cough as he slowly makes his way towards the other end of the kitchen. She watches as he waddles his way, looking like he is about to collapse any second as he tries to stand straight.

As if her instinct was right, she rushed to his side just in time before he lost his balance as his hands slipped off the chair, making his body lost its anchor. Yura was quick to catch him, holding him still with one hand wrapped around his waist and another one pulling Taehyung's arm over her small shoulder.

Taehyung's lips were white, pale and almost colorless. His body is warm but yet he is shuddering. His breathing is heavy as he tries to speak but end up letting out heavy chesty coughs.

"Don't try to talk. You have a high fever. Hold on to me, while I bring you to your room",

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NOTE

Sorry for the late update! I was caught up with work T_T. And this is a short chapter uwu. Thank so much for your time reading this story. I am so thankful!

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