Kpop Oneshots

💜Taehyung ~ My Rose pt.1

[Prompt: Plagued with guilt and longing neither you nor Taehyung enjoy being broken up. But neither of you admit your faults either. So what happens when you meet again?  Will you be able to confront your issues?]

[⚠️Drinking⚠️]

*Disclaimer: non of Taehyungs words, thoughts, or actions are real nor do they portray the idols true personality. This is purely fiction*

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Taehyung POV
It truly amazes me the rose that is love. A mystifying beauty at first. But once you grab it, the thorns immediately dig into your skin, leaving nothing but a sharp tingling pain. But for some reason, this rose turns every man into a fool. Some are blinded by the sweet velvet petals and grab onto the flower anyway. Some are so entranced that they can do nothing but grip onto the flower. Even after they feel the warm liquid trickling from their hands and the tears brimming in their eyes, they simply tighten their grip. Others do learn to carefully grab this rose. However, once it's in their clutches, they forget. They forget how hard it was to attain the rose and all the beauty they had once seen in it. As a result they forget to be gentle with it and break the rose. Sadly once something is broken, the most common natural instinct is to discard of it.

So which tragedy were we? Which fool was I?

3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days. Approximately 2448 hours I've been searching for an answer to that question. 2448 hours yet everyday was the same. No answer. You texted me and no answer. What am I supposed to say. When you say "hey" how can I respond without saying, "I miss you y/n everyday my heart tightens in pain, so much so it's getting harder to eat and sleep without you."

Why can't I just say "hey" ? I'm sure you remember, I used to be an expert at this. I used to be an expert at saying "I hate you" when I meant I love you. I used to be an expert at frowning when I meant to smile. I used to be an expert in turning away from you when all I wanted to do was pull you into my embrace. I was especially an expert at watching your face fall every single time. Deep down I knew I was hurting you. I knew it y/n I really did. But for some reason my brain never got along with my mouth and all I could give you were hidden meanings.

"Are you not happy?"

I promise I'll try harder

"Then shouldn't we breakup"

Don't leave me

"Just go away!"

Stay here in my heart.

And even now, a drink in my left hand and my phone in my right, I still cannot bring myself to say it. 3 words. I am sorry. As soon as I began to type my pride got the best of me . I flipped the phone face down, choosing to chug the drink instead in hopes that the pain from burning liquid would be greater than the pain from my guilt.

"Slow down buddy" Yoongi pats my back.

"You okay?" RM came up next to me, a look of brotherly concern on his face.

But I knew as soon as I opened my mouth it would all come spilling out. All the pent up pain and frustration. All my deepest guilts. Instead I signaled the bartender for another shot.

All the sudden Jimin and Jin came up behind me.

"Hyuuuunggggg" he wrapped his arms around me affectionately.

"Nooo you're the hyung not him" a drunk Jimin turned to the very drunk Jin.

"Ahhhhahaha" Jin pinched my cheek "sorry Taehyungggg. I love you!"

RM turned to Yoongi and said, "I think it's time to take these two home. Where's Jhope and Jungkook? They drank quite a lot too."

"Hmmm let me guess" Yoongi put a finger on his chin, "Jhope is passed out on the couch and Jungkook is silently sitting next to him." They glanced over to the couch and that was in fact the truth. Yoongi rolled his eyes, "of course."

"You look like you need some time. We'll be back for you, let's get these 4 home first" RM whispered to me.

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I woke up to tapping on my shoulder

"Hey! Hey!" I looked up to see a blurry figure "you good man? I think you've had too much let me call you a cab."

I grumbled in response, barely conscious enough to process the sentence. Getting up from the barstool I began to walk away.

"Hey!"mystery man yelled again, "wait till you're sober! You even forgot to pay!"

Pay? Oh right. Bar. I'm at a bar, I told myself. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a couple crumpled bills and dropped them on the seat. The man picked up the money and counted. But before he could finished I walked away.

"$500?!? Are you crazy man that's too much?! Come back!"

But I didn't care. I opened the door to the loud streets of Seoul. Closing my eyes I  stood there on the sidewalk, relishing the cool breeze on my burning cheeks. Ahhhh how nice. I've never drank this much. To the point where my knees wobbled  and my face burned. To the point where everything was a blur, the people, the streetlights, my memories. Everything. And for once, finally, I didnt have to focus on it. I didn't have to focus on the pain. I didn't have to focus on -

"Tae?" The sound was all too familiar. That sweet and soft voice. Every time I heard it my heart became cotton candy in ones mouth. Melted.

I didn't turn around. Instead I pretended I didn't hear it because I knew what would happen as soon as my eyes open. Aslong as I kept them shut I didn't have to focus on her. My rose 🥀