Stigma | KTH ✔

41 | Closure

Take your time reading this one (':

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I didn't hear anything from Taehyung after that night. The days piled up at an almost agonizing pace, the next day not leaving me less frustrated and perplexed than the previous. My mind did nothing but wondering if he remembers anything at all, but when a week eventually passed, bringing this break to an end with school starting only in a couple of days, I gave up hope.

The pain in his voice, his tears, his desperation.. Not a single second went by without me recalling every word he said that night. I feel like I'm slowly going insane thinking about him, reflecting over what could be and if there's a chance in us lasting if I decide to try one more time. The last thing I want is to abandon him, but maybe that's the wisest choice I can make right now..

I hate being this clueless.

Sighing loudly, I get up from my bed and drag my heavy, gloomy self to the kitchen. Some orange juice never fails to make me feel better. Maybe I should make some tea? You can never go wrong with tea.

Just when my hand was reaching for the cupboard, the sound of the doorbell ringing makes me stop mid-motion.

Who the hell..?

I slowly approach the door, cursing my parent's absence since I hate talking to strangers at the door, especially when I don't have backup. With a thumping heart, I eventually open the door and to my surprise facing this person with their back turned to me, as if they were leaving.

My arrival causes the person to halt before slowly turning around, their movements almost hesitant. It takes a good five seconds for me to process that he was actually here once he fully faced me.

We end up staring at each other for a long, long moment, the chilly wind seeping in from outside making my legs cold. For a moment I couldn't sort my thoughts out since thousands of questions and emotions left a turbulent mess inside me. My brain went haywire just trying to figure out what to even say to him.

The smallest tug on the edge of his lips makes my brain enter full-on blackout mode, waiting for him to disrupt the silence.

"You told me to find you," Taehyung says, voice gentle and mellow. A lump instantly forms in my throat, subconsciously holding my breath the moment I recognize where he got that from.

Does him being here mean that he really got help? The realization feels surreal; I didn't even want to 100% believe it yet until I let him explain.

His sigh makes my thoughts disperse, capturing my full attention. "There are some things I want to say to you, if you're willing to listen. I'm sorry if me coming here was sudden I could've texted-"

"It's fine," I interrupt him, not wanting him to feel bad for no reason. I step aside in gesture for him to enter. "Come in quickly, it's cold." He carefully steps over the threshold and closes the door behind him. "Do you want some tea?" I ask as he takes off his shoes and coat.

"I'm good, thank you," he says, somehow looking so shy and small standing one step away from me. I feel nervous, too, as if it's been months since the last time we saw each other; it honestly feels like it's been that long.