Somehow she reminded him of a rose. She was so delicate and fragile. Her small ears were always pressed down against her silver hair. Someone once told him that roses took a while to bloom but the end result was always worth it. And Taehyung was det...
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☆ (Y/n)'s Point Of View ☆
"Baby. We're here!" Taehyung announced, patting my head as he started shuffling around to gather our belongings.
The sound of the plane's engine was slowly coming to a stop as the plane stopped. The doors opened and flight attendants began lining up outside to see me and Taehyung off. Taehyung however took his time on gathering our things, making sure I was okay before he started packing up.
After a two hour and a half flight, I was just itching to start walking again and spread my legs. I done nothing on that flight but sleep against Taehyung's shoulder. Next thing I know, We've arrived in Japan. I haven't been to Japan in 10 years and I wasn't sure what I should be especting from this trip.
"Come on, let's go." Taehyung told me. I looked up at him to see him with his backpack over his shoulder and him already out of his seat. His hand was held out which I instantly took, letting him pull me up and lead me out of the plane. I bowed at every individual as I walked past them, making it really hard for Taehyung to go down the steps of the plane.
He couldn't help but chuckle as we watched me bow to every flight attendant. He snuck his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his side, in a way forcing me down the steps with him. He shushed me with his finger once I tried to complain about how I didn't bow at the last two attendants.
Once we reached the ground, I couldn't help but feel so nostalgic. The air here smelt so familiar and breathing it in took me back to the past mentally. But I quickly snapped out of it, I didn't want to go back there. It was a dark place.
"These Kanji symbols can be so confusing sometimes." Taehyung mumbled looking back and forth between the two symbols that each pointed to two opposite directions. Taehyung stood there with a sigh, wondering which of them led to the area where we could collect our luggage. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and took a picture of one of the symbols, getting his iphone assistant Clova to help him.
"Clova, What does this say?" He asked her. It took a few seconds but she read the symbol in perfect japanese back to Taehyung, making him scratch his head in confusion.
"Well, It doesn't help if you say it in Japanese, does it?" He whined, clicking his phone a few more times to see if there was a way around it. "She said 'Luggage Collection'." I mumbled, looking up at Taehyung. He looked down at me with wide eyes but them quickly recovered.
"Ahh right. You speak Japanese." He chuckled, "I was very very confused for a minute. Anyway I guess It's the sign on the left that we follow." We then began following that same symbol to where we could find our luggage.
It didn't take us too long before we had our suitcases in our hands, well rather Taehyung's hands. So now we could finally leave. Taehyung said that there was a taxi waiting for us outside and most likely millions of fans. So he told me to keep close to him and by all means do not let my hat leave my head as it was the only think shielding the world from my ears. My tail was perfectly covered by my long trench coat so it didn't bother Taehyung in the slightest.
"Ah There he is!" Taehyung told me, nudging me to the direction that he saw the taxi driver with the white board with his name on it. It was at this point that I could hear the screaming. We were still quite far from the doors so Taehyung didn't seem to hear it. It didn't bother me in any way of course that people were screaming out of excitement to see my owner. But it did bother me that they didn't know he was my owner.
"Konbanwa Kim - San. Genki desu ka? (Good Evening, Mr Kim. How are you?)" The man asked Taehyung. He was wearing a suit with a black mask over his face while he held up a white board that assumingly said Taehyung's name.
"Ogenki desu yo, anata wa? (I'm good, and you?" Taehyung replied politely in perfect japanese as he handed our luggage to the man. In that moment I had just realised that Taehyung was pretty good at Japanese.
"Warukunai desu. Okagesama de. (I'm not bad, thank you for asking.)" The man said curtly before he began leading the way outside. And suddenly 3 more men joined us, one standing on either side of me and Taehyung and the other behind us both.
We we're completely surrounded as we walked to the doors. I couldn't help but feel anxious as my eyes flicked back and forth between the men around us and the doors. We were walking towards the place where the screams were coming from, getting louder as each second past. My breathing quickened, Taehyung instantly noticed. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side as we walked.
"Just close your eyes." He whispered only moments before we walking into the ocean of fans. Barricades were holding them back but their screams could never be tamed.
I followed his instructions and closed my eyes, letting him lead me to the car. I could still feel they're stares, hear their insults...I was suffocated by their confusion and anger.
"TAEHYUNG-KUN! ANO ONNANOHITO WA DARE DESU KA?! (Taehyung, Who is that woman?" A girl screamed, her voice was so angry. I couldn't help but whimper, tucking myself into his shirt.
"Shh. We're almost there." He mumbled into my head, leading me to the black car waiting for us. The door was opened for us and Taehyung helped me in before getting in himself. He waved at the fans before the door was slammed shut. And after it was, he sighed and leaned back into his seat in relief.
"I didn't understand half the things they were shouting." he chuckled before looking back at me. His smile dropped after seeming me still shaking. He thought that as soon as we were behind closed doors that everything would be better. But no...I could still here them.
The closed door of a car couldn't change that. I covered my ears, molding myself into a small ball as I tried to block out their screams.
"Drive." Taehyung ordered impatiently, instantly guessing what was wrong with me, "Ima! (Now!)"
The driver pressed the petal after hearing Taehyung yell 'Now'. He wasn't sure what he said the first time though. "Kitten? Hey, open your eyes for me." He cooed, scooting closer to me. Tears were escaping my eyes as I opened them.
Once I connected eyes with Taehyung, I threw myself ontop of him. My hat came off in the process but Taheyung didn't seem to mind, being in the presense of nobody but trusted workers. I then let out small silent sobs into his neck.
"I was so scared." I whispered, between my cries. I curled onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. Taehyung wrapped his arms around my back, staring down the black leather chair infront of him with guilt. Guilt was clawing at him, eating him inside out as he petted my hair and brushed his fingers throught the silver locks.
He then whispered,
"It's all going to be okay."
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