wrong number - vope

eight

taetaeh :

hey hobi?
i need to talk to someone right now...
hobi?
...
i guess you dont want to talk to me

<tae's pov>

i guess he doesn't like me. he didn't even reply... im not surprised anyway. everyone rejects me because i'm weird. those rumors that were spreaded around the university were not even true. i guess that im not supposed to have friends. even if i had friends, everyone will just leave me when they don't need me.

i took my pillow and started crying into it. i felt like as if the world was over. just one simple and small thing can ruin my whole entire mood and i start crying. that's how weak i am. i wish that i wasn't weak. just as i was crying and scolding myself, my phone rang.

it was hoseok.

what does he need? reject me?

i cleared my voice and picked up the phone.

"yes?"

"tae? are you okay? i saw your texts."

"yeah im fine."

"you don't sound fine to me. were you crying?"

"n-no."

"text me your address. im heading straight there."

"no. i dont need you here. i have my friends." i lied.

"then why did you message me? just text me the address already."

silence fell over the call.
typing on the phone was heard.

"i sent it to you already."

"do you want me to stay on phone?"
i heard him starting the car engine.

"no. its too dangerous."

"ok. wait for me baby. i will be right there."

i just want him right now. i need someone to hug me so badly. i continued to cry until i heard a knock on the door. that was fast.

i greeted him with red, puffy eyes. i didn't care whether i saw him for the first time. i pulled him into a tight embrace.

"let's get you to bed yeah? we can talk about it tomorrow if you want to."

hoseok tucked me into the bed and patted my head before leaving and said, " i will be in the living room when you need me."

i pulled his arms just before he could even step a foot away from me.

i asked with the softest puppy eyes. "can you cuddle with meee? i really need it right now... "

"of course baby. anything for you to make you feel better."

he sang me a lullaby to make me fall asleep. i wonder why he hasn't become a vocalist yet. his voice is so comforting and calm.

i went to sleep with warmth and comfort.

<next morning>

i placed my hand beside the area where i was sleeping.

huh? where's hobi?

speaking of the devil, he walked into the bedroom with pancakes and fruits. i was treated like a king.

"what's this?"

"for you to replenish your energy. you didnt eat dinner last night, did you?

"i wish i had a husband or a boyfriend like you." i whispered, talking to myself.

"what? say that again?"

"nothing!"

"i mean... i already asked you that but you never answered.

"oh. did i? im sorry" i apologised with a pout on my face.

"dont need to be sorry silly. i will always wait for you."

"really?"

"yes."

"oh wait! i forgot to tell you that yoongi wanted to meet you!"

"WHAT!?" i spat out my food.

a/n : it's kinda a long chapter! let me know if i should write more like this! love you guys!