❆When Taehyung Says Something Hurtful In An Argument❆

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The door slammed shut, the whole room shook as Taehyung stomped into your apartment. You looked back, watching as he threw his bag across the room, luckily it landed on the sofa. 

"If you could keep the front door on its hinges that would be great," you sarcastically spoke. His foul mood as he entered the room only made matters worse as he shot you a glare, shaking his head at you. You lightly giggled, Taehyung could never stay mad at you.

"Bad day?"

"What do you think?" He spat.

You nodded, taking it on the chin. You stood up, following him into your bedroom as he landed on the bed, falling back with a heavy sigh.

"Tae? You want to tell me what's got you rattled? Or are you just going to pretend I don't exist for the rest of the night?" He stomped up, standing right in front of you, just a couple of inches between you both. "Get out of my face."

"Isn't this what you wanted? Me to tell you all about my day."

"Not like this," you sighed, trying to step aside, but Taehyung followed you. "Please move, I'm not having this conversation."

You could hear him mumble, but you were clueless as to what he said, looking up at him, taking a step back so your eyes met his.

"What did you say?"

"I said how typical this is of you. Getting involved when it's nothing to do with you, giving a damn when it suits you, changing your mind because you're indecisive. You can be a bitch sometimes, I can never win, it's like you just want to wind me up and annoy me."

He was so angry he didn't realise what had come out of his mouth, but you did. You stood in surprise, shaking your head up at him. The room fell silent, the atmosphere dropped, even Taehyung could sense that somewhere he had stepped out of line.

"What did you call me?" You asked. His shoulders shrugged, without recollection of what he had said. This time you stood in his face, pushing his collarbone. "Think back Taehyung, what did you say?"

"I don't know," he mumbled, but he could tell by the tone of his voice that there was something clearly an issue. His anger dropped as he tried to think back, but he was too frustrated to remember anything.

"You called me a bitch, Taehyung. That's what I am to you, a nosey bitch."

His eyes widened as you pushed past, purposely barging your shoulder into his. You grabbed one of your overnight bags, tossing a few items from your drawers into it.

Taehyung spun, trying to follow you around the room. "Jagi, you know I didn't mean it, I'm just angry, please think about this."

"Think about this? Why didn't you think about what you were doing when you chose to insult me to my face? Move out of my way and let me go, I don't want to be anywhere near you right now."

"Please," he begged, trying to reach out to hold your hand. "Just stop and let us talk for a moment, this can easily be resolved if you just let me apologise to you."

You nodded, turning to face him, keeping the distance between you both. "Go on then, apologise."

"I'm sorry." He sighed, running his hands through his hair. You waited for more with baited breath, but there was nothing, he was empty. He searched for words but nothing come, all he wanted to say disappeared.

If your mind hadn't been made up before, it certainly was now, continuing to grab a few of your things. "Is that all you've got to say? Seriously!"

"I'm trying, but you know I find things like this hard, just, wait here."

He ran out of the room whilst you sat down on the bed. Tears threatened to spill as you inhaled a few deep breaths. Taehyung was your everything, he had never said a bad word about you before, yet here he was, allowing his anger to get the better of him, insulting you straight to your face.

"Let me try this." He sat down on the other side of his bed, throwing his guitar around him. He tuned it quickly, warming his voice up, beginning to strum a melody. "I'm not good with talking, but something I am good at, is singing."

You nodded, willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, you enjoyed any excuse to listen to his beautiful voice too.

The lyrics came to him with ease as he apologised over again, reminding you of all the qualities he loved about you, finally bringing himself to tell you about his day.

As the song came to its conclusion, you leaned across and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "That was beautiful," you whispered, brushing his hair out of his face. "Your mind is a genius."

"It's easy to write a good song when you've got the best inspiration for it."

You chuckled, moving back to where you sat, reminding yourself that you still hadn't forgiven him, yet.

"A-are you...still, you know?" He pointed to your half packed bag on the bedroom floor, a few toiletries and a spare change of clothes the only things he occupied.

"No," you whispered, "but that doesn't mean I have forgiven you. There's no excuse for what you said earlier, and I'm still really hurt, but that song just reminded me why I love you and why I would never be able to leave you."

"I don't want you to leave, not now, not ever. I let my anger get the better of me, and I'm truly sorry," he spoke, dropping his guitar, shuffling across to take your hands in his. "I know it's going to take a lot of making up, but I never meant what I said, you know that, don't you?"

You nodded, softly smiling across at him. "Of course. I know comeback is hard, and you've been suffering."

"But that doesn't mean you should suffer, and I'm sorry I allowed that to happen, you don't deserve me."

"I do," you assured him, squeezing his hands. "Just because you said one bad thing, that doesn't change all the good things you do, like pick me up from work even if you've had a long day, massage my back when it hurts, cheer me up with your funny jokes, not to mention when you sing me songs."

"You deserve the world, you're kind, selfless, caring, and most of all, you always want to look after me, even if I don't want to acknowledge it."

You chuckled, moving over so you were sat in his arms, falling back on the bed so your head rested on his chest. "Do you want to just forget this happened? You don't need to tell me about your day, I'll stop asking questions, and we can still enjoy our night off together?"

"That sounds perfect baby, I love you so much, I'm so sorry."

"Taehyungie, stop apologising, we're just fine, everything is fine. I love you too, always, now grab a menu or something, you've got a hungry girl to buy food for to start your apology."

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