airports ;; kim taehyung

i. discovery

taehyung
her writing is beautiful. her feelings are delicate. she's so gorgeous. her soul's even prettier than her face and body.

she reminds me of someone, i can't put my finger on it.

y/n
today was the day of my heartbreak. today, exactly a year ago. my heart had shattered. i had been left alone, no taehyung, no mother, no leah. the day soo-ah and taehyung got engaged.

third person
taehyung grew to realise that she'd be in the café every afternoon after 5pm, she lived in the building above so she'd leave at closing time.

y/n learnt he spent lunch and evenings in the cafés. he'd buy lunch in the café from what leah had told her and every evening, at 6:30 pm he'd buy a tea or coffee with a snack and sit there on his computer, typing away, working she presumed.

today was just another day. except she wanted to talk to him. they saw one another every day. they should create conversation right? become friends maybe? he was always alone and so was she. they could use company.

without saying a word, at 6.45 pm, she left her seat and slipped into the chair across from taehyung. he barely glanced up at her before whispering a "hi," his deep voice did things to her as he did a double take and looked at her again, smiling as her as he sipped his tea. they sat in silence continuing to do what they were doing.

around 8.30, she rose from her chair once again leaving behind pages of writing that she didn't like, forgetting that the man she was sitting with could've read it. she hurried up the stairs merely whispering a bye to him.

page
the hurt i'd felt. i thought he was just as interested in me as i was in him. but he had a girlfriend. he'd proposed to her. no matter what, i was never gonna be up to his level. we were both upper class teenagers of korea, but she would always mean more to him. she'd always be around him, he wanted her not me. but i still yearned for him sometimes. i can barely remember his face but i remember his touch, his lips, the feeling he gave me. he's probably happily married by now. maybe his wife's pregnant too. i miss him.

taehyung
is she who i think she is? tears escaped my eyes as i hurried from the café not wanting to see her for now. what do i do what do i do what do i do. i can't just be like "hey i read your gorgeous writing, i'm sorry you're heartbroken about me, but does it make you feel better that she isn't my wife?"

ughhhjskaja what should i do?!