Vante // BTS x reader

16 | 𝔂𝓸𝓾

"W- what are you doing here?" was all that came out of me. I stared at him, still refusing to believe he was actually here, standing in front of me. His hair was the same: deep brown shade, looking messy, but in a good way. His face had changed. His eyes were duller than I remembered, they had light dark circles around them- maybe because of the smoking? His cheekbones were more revealed now. He was wearing something I had never seen him wear before: a long black coat with ripped jeans. Something new huh.

He still has the guts to show up like this.

"Oh, I. . .I just wanted to see if it's really you and maybe. . say hello?" he said.

"Uh. . .okay~" I mumbled, still not knowing how to react.

"Have you been good?"

I lifted my head. Still processing what he had just asked me.

Really? After almost a year he shows up and asks me this?

"I've been great, thank you," I let out. I started to get annoyed. Seeing his face today was literally the last thing I thought of, no, not once did he cross my mind today.

"Oh, okay, that's good then~" he said and I could tell he regretted coming up to me like this, because he didn't know what to say nor where to look anymore. Then his eyes got locked on Vante who was sitting next to me, watching us talk. I'm sure he couldn't understand a word we were saying, because we were talking in Swedish. I saw Vante considering if he should say hello or not. He opened his mouth to say something.

I interrupted before he could say anything: "Was that all?" it came out sounding a little bit impatient.

He grinned to himself and said: "Yeah, that was all," and walked away.

Weirdo.

"This jerk~" I said. To my surprise I said it pretty loud and in korean.

"Who was that?" Vante asked.

"Liam," I sighed, "I'm so sorry."

"For what?"

"For this situation."

"It sure is weird that he showed up like this. . ."

"Yeah. . ahh, it's so embarrassing!" I brought both of my hands to my face to hide the embarrassment that was written all over my face.

"Yah, it's not your fault!" he said and took the hold of my hands and brought them away, revealing me his face, which made me feel better instantly.

"If you say so. . ."  I answered slowly.

"Cheer up! Don't let this ruin our night. Do you want something to drink? I think I saw a booth right next to the entry before."

"Actually, yeah. I'll come with you."

2.16am

We were walking back to the car from the arena. It took us a long time to get out of there because of the huge crowd.

"The concert was incredible, wasn't it?" he said joyfully.

"It was! I'm so happy you brought me here. I can't thank you enough. ."

"No reason to thank me, I enjoyed it too," he said.

My face got serious.

"About what happened earlier-" I started.