SaVe Me Ft. Kim Taehyung (BTS) {COMPLETED ✔️}

Part Fifty-Four 오십사

As I close the door to the kitchen behind me, I find six worried guys in front of me. They all stare at me and by the look of their faces, I know they heard every single word. Everyone looks scared to say something, so they all stay quiet.

I take a deep breath, still holding all my tears. "I... I'm gonna grab my bags..." I tell them, "Would you please go to him? He really needs you right now." They all nod, but stay quiet. I don't blame them. There are a lot of words in the world, but none of these words would ever be enough to comfort me right now.

Before I break down in front of them, I find my way to Taehyung's room and the room I called my own for the past weeks. I close the door behind me and look around in the room. This room... I remember the first day I saw it and the first few thoughts that raced through my head as I looked around.

Now I look around the same room again, feeling all the memories all the way in my bones... Knowing that there won't be any new memories. All the memories I have right now, will be the memories I will hold onto forever... We will never be able to make more memories. This is all we got and all we will ever have.

I close my eyes and lean my head against the door. I give myself a moment to be in this room and feel all the feelings I felt while I was in this room. Like how I felt when Taehyung sang me a song while we lay in bed. Or the time I came in here and saw him shirtless for the first time. Or when we chose each other's outfits and made the most adorable selfies. The selfies that still live in my phone...

Tears break through my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I will never be able to fall asleep in his arms again or hear his beautiful voice sing for me and only for me... I will never be able to wake up to his sweet kisses or Yeontan's sweet kisses... I will never be able to watch him sleep or hear his beautiful, raspy morning voice...

With my back against the door, I slowly come down until my butt hits the floor. I pull up my legs and wrap my arms round them. I put my forehead on my knees and give myself a moment to cry. I know I won't be able to leave this place without spilling a few tears, so I better spill them when nobody is looking.

I softly start to sob as I think about the next part of my life. Even though we've only been together for over a month, it feels like we've been together forever. I don't even remember what my life without Taehyung looked like... Since we started dating, we've been together for twenty-four seven. How will I ever be able to move on without him?

A soft knock on the door scares me and brings me back into reality. I need to pack my bags... I quickly stand up and wipe the tears from my face. "I just need a few more minutes," I tell whoever is behind that door as I grab my bag and open the closet.

The door of the room opens slowly. When I turn around, I see a worried Jungkook standing in the door opening. "Are you okay?" He asks. I bet he knows the answer, but he is kind enough to ask me anyway. "Y-yeah," I tell him and try to focus on packing my stuff. "How is he?" I ask him. I hear how Jungkook closes the door behind him and comes closer to me.

"He is devastated... But he tries to find another way," Jungkook tells me. I nod and feel like I am about to break down in tears. But I can't lose it, not now, not yet. I don't want to break down in tears in front of any of these guys. Not because I don't want them to see me cry, but because it will only make this even harder.

"You should probably go down there, he needs you," I tell Jungkook. "The others are with him," Jungkook says, "I think you need me more than he does..." I sigh and stop packing. "How are you doing?" Jungkook asks. "I... I just need to pack my bags," I tell him and continue packing. I grab all my stuff and put it in my bag.

Jungkook puts his hand on my shoulder. "Ali... Look at me," he says. "No, I need to pack my stuff," I tell him. But Jungkook won't take no for an answer. He comes closer to me, softly grabs my arm and turns me around to face him. His worried eyes look into mine.