Kpop Oneshots

💜Taehyung - My Rose Pt.3

Taehyung POV

You really think I didn't see it? The way he looked at you. You really think i didn't fucking see it y/n?! I didn't mean to spy on you guys. I really didn't. I tried to move from behind the doorway But my feet were glued to the spot. My mind repeatedly told me, "wait and see...just wait and see if she still has feelings for you."

And I'm so glad it did.

Otherwise I wouldn't have seen the  way you let him touch your hands. The way you couldn't directly reject his confession. The way you left me in your apartment to go off with him!!!

Did you really not want to see me that badly?

Is this really what we've come to?

I rested my head on the van window hands digging into my hair out of frustration. I know this was my fault. I'm the one who couldn't be real with you and told you to leave. I'm the idiot. Trust me I know. But for some reason I couldn't but help feel ...angry at you. No not at you, at this whole
mess. I just..I...

I miss you y/n.

"We're here" my manager suddenly announced.

Ahhhh another day of work. Another day of pretending I'm fine. Another day of pretending I don't miss you. I got out the van, pushing the double doors of Bighit Entertainment. Immediately I was bombarded with questions from the members.

"Where'd you go last night? We can to pick you up but you weren't there?" Namjoon asked.

"Bartender said he left with a girl" Yoongi cocked an eyebrow

"Wait...when did this happen?!?" Hobi walking into the room stretching his arms and yawning.

"Tsk. You were wasted after one bottle, you wouldn't even know." Yoongi smirked.

"I- See I-" Hobi stuttered

"Didn't you pass out on the couch next to me hyung?" Jungkook turned to him.

All the members laughed. But honestly I wasn't in the mood. I was never one to play along with the atmosphere if I'm not feeling it. And they knew better than to question what was wrong.

After a full day of meetings and repeatedly checking my phone to see if y/n texted back. Still no response. I sighed.

"What restaurant are we going to?" Jungkook quipped from the back of the van.

"Iron Age. Korean beef barbecue" Namjoon responded from the passengers seat, scrolling through his phone to read the reviews.

"Ahhh I'm so excited. It's been so long since we've all gone out together." Jungkook said giddily

Finally we arrived to the mostly empty restaurant and sat in the farthest booth to the back. Jimin began to talk about this new choreography he learned while Namjoon was trying to convince us how "everything is but a dream within a dream." I droned them out, my eyes trained on the sizzling bulgogi and soju infront of us, flicking up to the door every so often to make sure there weren't any saesangs.

And that's when I saw you. Hair styled the same way it always was, tight blue jeans and a white blouse, your black boots went click click click with each step into the restaurant.

And he was right behind you. Lee Yoo? Lee Yoen? Whatever the fuck his name was, I didn't care. This hot boiling feeling rose in my heart. But you hadn't noticed me.

The whole night you laughed and talking with him but you hadn't noticed me at all. When your cheeks tinted pink from the soju, you leaned closer to him. Laughing more than you laughed with me in the last months of our relationship. Almost as much as on our first date. Almost as much as in our early relationship, before we discovered all the thorns our rose of love had.

But when you walked out the back door to make a phone call, I couldn't help it. I shot up and immediately went after you . I saw you in the side of the alleyway, and slowly began to approach you, not sure as to how I should even start. But that's when I heard you scream. A sharp stab in my heart. Without thinking I sprinted towards you.

When I arrived I saw a large figure grabbing your wrists as you struggled to get out of their clutches. Who the fuck thinks they can mess with my rose?!

The next few moments went by in a blur. All I could remember was your scream as my first connected with his face. The sticky warm substance that trickled down my knuckles as i lost all control. The loud crunch of each punch after punch onto his face was deafening. But I hesitated when I felt your small hand on my forearm.

"Please Tae " you whimpered "stop."

I turned towards you, the built up anger dissolved slowly. My eyes scanned over your hunched figure, your visibly shaking body and tear filled eyes. I took you into my arms, a hand reaching up to stroke your hair.

"I'm sorry" I murmured into your hair "I'm so sorry"

But you were never the type to play into it. That role of the "weak scared girl"A curse and a blessing, but nevertheless one of the many reasons I fell inlove with you.

You leaned back a bit, just far enough to look into my eyes without breaking the hug, and said, "what do you think you're doing ? I don't think we're back together or anything..."

"I'm sorry."

You sighed, "Tae that doesn't fix shit. You started all this shit by asking me if I'm even happy in this relationship."

"I promise I'll try harder"

"B-but you suggested that we should breakup..." you stuttered.

"Don't leave me"

"Just go away! You yelled at me to just go away!!! Don't you want me gone?"

"Stay here in my heart."

"What the fuck Tae? Why can't you stop playing these games, you say you're sorry but all you're doing is giving me these confusing ass answers again I-"

"That's what I meant to say luv."

"Huh?" You looked up at me, tears now streaming down your face. I reached up to wipe them off, cupping your face in my hand.

"All those things are what I wanted to say y/n. Every single time you smiled I wanted to tell you how gorgeous you looked. Every time you cried I wanted to take you in my arms and tell you it'd be alright I'm always here. Every time y/n my silence came with hidden words."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because y/n" I began, my voice trembling "I'm scared."

"Of what?" It came out, barely a whisper.

"Of this. Of love. I was so scared that if I said these things our love would become too real and id get attached to the point where you could hurt me anytime. That'd you'd be the rose I could never let go, even if the thorns pricked me. I was scared of being a fool. But in the end I was still a fool, because this time apart made me realize...even if this love is a rose with thorns....I'd rather clutch onto it for dear life..."

I pulled you into my chest, "...like this. Even if the thorns make me bleed to death, I don't care. This rose of...us...our love...is too precious to not bloom. I promise y/n, I'll be a fool for only you. I'll cherish this and never let it go. Our love..."

"...my precious rose."🌹