Opposites Attract

{17} She's Never Coming Back

I plopped down on Taehyung's bed,  pretty tired after all that happened. I checked the time in my phone, 10:46 pm.

The two guys forced me to come home. While they stayed at the hospital. I wonder what's going on there. I hope Taehyung is doing okay.
I lied down. It's still hard to digest that Nina was Taehyung's girlfriend.

'Why didn't he tell me when I asked? Does he still have feelings for her? And what exactly didn't work out between them?' These questions kept coming to my mind which made me feel even more guilty.

I couldn't sleep. I'd toss and turn multiple times but I just wasn't comfortable. Occasionally, I would shed a few tears. I miss her already.

It was 1:28 am when I heard the front door open. I got out of bed to check if it was Taehyung.

I went outside to find Jimin carrying Taehyung who looked super drunk and unable to control his emotions.

"Ah Areum you're not sleeping? Did we wake you up?" Jimin asked.

"No no, I was awake the whole time." I explained. "You should put him in bed tonight. He might hurt himself on the couch."

"Yeah okay." Jimin struggled to answer and dragged the man much taller than him towards his room as I made way for him.

He dropped Taehyung on the bed with thud and sighed. Taehyung passed out almost immediately.

"He was so sad that I insisted him to go to the bar with me and then he ended up drinking too much. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience." Jimin apologised.

"No no it's okay. It's just that I've never seen him like this before." I said.

"True. I didn't expect this either." He sighed and we shared a moment of silence.

"Why did you decide to call him first?" Jimin questioned again.

"Eh? I don't know I was just too shocked. And he was the first person to pop up in my mind so..."

"Why did I not pop up in your head first?"

I was literally stunned by that. What does he mean? I gave him a look asking what does he mean.

"Nevermind. I should leave now." He looked down and left before I could ask anything.

I shrugged and went inside the room again to check if Taehyung needed anything.

He was still wearing his shoes in bed so I went towards him and took them off. Then I took off his watch from his right wrist and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Tae get up. You need to take your jacket off. Come on I'll help you." I whispered near his ears as he scrunched his nose. Then slowly opened his eyes and looked at me.

"She's gone." He said silently. I could feel a sting in my heart. It hurts to see him like this.

"She's never coming back. Are you going to leave me too?" He said after a minute in that same low, tired voice.

"No Taehyung. I'll never leave you." I said touching his cheeks as few drops of tears escaped my eyes.

"Come on let's take this jacket off." I helped him sit up and took off his jacket. He was trembling.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He shook his head in a no and started crying. All I could do was pull him close and hold him tight. Seeing him like this broke my heart. My guilt grew bigger and bigger.

'I don't deserve to be happy. I killed a person close to Taehyung. Someone who was close to me. Someone who took care of me like a mother.'

And we cried and cried in each other's arms the rest of the night.

Next morning, I opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight in the world. Taehyung's face just inches away from mine, swollen because of crying so much all night.

I gently touched his hair and patted his head. It was soft like clouds. He grew more comfortable with my touch and drew closer.

'I ruined someone I love didn't I? Wait. Do I really love him? Yes I definitely do.' I smiled at the thought but it disappeared instantly.

'Nina and Taehyung. Those two became such a great part of my life. They did everything for me. Nina, she was just like a mother to me. I felt unusually safe around her all the time. And Taehyung, he taught me how to love. He taught me how to love myself, the whole world but then somehow I fell for him. And now, I've ruined everything. I ruined what I had.' I mentally cursed and accused myself. I felt so empty. Hollow. And pathetic.