𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | втѕ ƒƒ

Chapter 39 | Who dat

Taehyung's POV

I parked some houses down with a feeling she wouldn't open if she saw a random car in her driveway.

But, there was already a car there. With a hint of fear running through my spine, I quickened my pace to get to her door step.

I stopped when I heard an unfamiliar voice through the door. My heart clenched along with my fists. The last thing I wanted to do was look through the side window, but that's exactly what I did.

I could feel the pieces shattering in me.

I turned away to avoid anymore damage, but as I did I knocked over one of her pots.

"Shit," I murmured and quickly ran off, my tears falling behind.

I hid behind a nearby oak tree and slowly slid to the ground with my low howls.

I held my hands on my forehead trying to process what I just saw.

My phone interrupted my thoughts, it was Alex.

I picked up, "hello."

She paused for a bit, "Taehyung is that you? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

I couldn't answer, more tears ran down my face.

"Taehyung, talk to me! What happened?" She raised her voice a little.

"I... she's with...." I wiped my nose, "...someone else."

"What...? Who would— "She took another pause, "listen to me Taehyung, whatever you think you saw I'm pretty sure there's a good explanation to it. There is no one else Mia is seeing, I can promise you that."

"B-But—"

"Go ask her yourself, don't assume anything just yet. Taehyung, trust me. Please."

I sniffled and wiped my tears with one hand. "Okay,"

"Go get em tiger," she tried cheering me up then ended the call.

I sat there for a bit trying to calm down. By then the car had already left.

I collected myself and went back to her doorstep and knocked.

It took a few seconds but she finally answered the door, "Hyun—"

She saw me then immediately changed her tone. "...Chino" she looked away but quickly turned back to face me. "Chino..! Are you okay? What happened?" She pulled me inside with a worried expression.

My blood shot eyes probably gave me away.

"Come sit—"

"No," I held her back by her forearm.

She gave me a confused look. "What's wrong?"

"Wh... who was that?"

"Huh?..." It took her a second to figure out what I was talking about, "it was... you?" Her mouth hung slightly open.

"Tell me..." my voice lowered and so did my head.

"Tell— I don't owe you any explanations," she folded her arms.