Him ||Taehyung FF|| ((Discontinued))

Chapter 5

"What's wrong with me"?,I asked myself out loud while swinging back and forth on my tire swing.

I felt like I should expect an answer although I was alone and the sun was going down. I started spinning in a circle, my vision swirling in spirals of colors and shapes.

Something must be wrong with me. Maybe I'm crazy. Scratch that, I am. Okay, I've established that. What else?

I don't think crazy is the correct word. Maybe insane will suffice?

Maybe. I don't fucking know anymore. Its all confusing. Its him. Its all his fault. Taehyung.

We both know you were well enough fucked up before him, Layla, don't kid yourself.

"Ugh",I kicked the dirt beneath my feet and sighed.

"Is there a reason you're out here alone, in the dark"?,a deep voice asks, emerging from the shadows.

"Is there a reason you're out here, bothering me"?,I snap back, annoyed.

"You're hot when you're moody",he grins, like he accomplished something.

"Can you please go away"?

"Since you asked so politely... no",he ended.
I hang my head down in defeat.

"What do you want"?,I questioned.

"I was just out here roaming around and being bored and saw you",he smirked.

"Bull shit. You're just like the others, looking for a fast and easy fuck. At least be enough of a man to say it to my face",I mutter under my breath.

The grin slipped off his face and now he was void of emotion.

"You really should know your facts before you state your opinion. And you're wrong, real mean don't use people and toss them away like trash. They cherish the little things, even if those little things, aren't so little",he said, his eyes roaming my face.

I could feel tears forming in my eyes, for whatever reason. This man made me feel an emotion I never thought I would feel again. Sadness. And tears were a rarity.

Why am I crying? Am I really that weak?

"Tears don't make you weak, they mold you into a person who's worthy. A person who cries has a right to, because they earned it through whatever pain they endured",he quietly said, walking in front of me and running his hands through my hair.

My throat was constricting, tightening. A quiet sob rung through me.

He caressed my hair and I leaned my forehead against him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. I barely know him, yet I'm allowing him to see me cry and to hold me. Although its as cliche as a Watt Pad book, I couldn't help but feel, content.

My tears dried on my face and my eyes were sore and puffy. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to speak,although he beat me to it.

"Never be ashamed to cry Layla, ever",he said.

I've always been ashamed to cry. I've always been lead to see that its a bad thing, something I should hide, no matter its cost.

"Easier said than done, Taehyung",I whispered, still wondering why I haven't pushed him away yet, or why I'm not being my usual self.

"I know it is",he simply said, and walked away.

I sat there, replaying the events in my head constantly putting them on repeat.

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I'm making several chapters in advance so I can publish them, because summer break is coming up. I won't upload as often as I would like.

But, anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this emotional, opening chapter.

-Bye~~<3