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Sorry I'm not holding back - haechan imagine / sorry heart series pt.1

hi!! this is pt.1 of Sorry Heart Series, not sure how lone it'll take me to write it but I'll try my best. Every part will feature another member and for the pt.1 it's Hyuck. Hope you like it!

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There's a few numbers on your contact list you really don't expect ever hearing from again. One of them being your ex-boyfriend's little brother. You'd never ignore any of his younger siblings' texts or calls, it's just a bit unexpected.

"Noona, are you busy right now?" Sungyeon, Donghyuck's younger brother, asks you when you answered the phone

"No, I'm free. Why? Everything okay?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but hyung isn't answering his phone and mom and dad is not around. I'm stranded here at the academy" he tells you, already you're worried for the young boy. You didn't need any further explanation, you packed your stuff and made your way out of the library even though you're homework was still halfway done

"Can you wait 20 minutes tops? I'm driving there now" you tell him, putting your phone between your shoulder and cheeks as you rummage for your car keys in your bag

"Yea sure, I'll just wait here at the convenient store outside school. Thank you, noona!"

Even though you and Donghyuck were no longer together, you'd still drive across town for his family. They were so kind and welcoming to you, and you have a particular soft spot for his siblings.

"Noona, you made it! I brought you banana milk" Sungyeon says when he saw you pull up the street, rolling down the car window to call him

"Thank you, were you waiting long?" you ask him, waiting for young boy to buckle up before driving him home. You've been there plenty of times, you don't need the GPS to guide you.

It still stings a bit, the wound from that hearbreak, but you're mature enough to not let that dent your relationship with his siblings.

"A bit, hyung wasn't answering his phone. He promised he was going to pick me up. By the way, why didn't you come and visit for New year and Christmas? He was home all holiday week"

Oh. So it seems like Donghyuck hasn't broken the news to his family.

"Sorry, I went home too. Did you get the presents I sent you?" you asked Jeno to give the presents to Donghyuck to give to his parents and siblings

"Yes, thank you! It would've been more fun if you came though"

"Sorry, buddy. I'll come and hangout with you next time. I'll buy you ice cream, how does that sound?"

"Okay!" by then you pull up the Lee family home, you see a familiar car parked on the driveway. Wondering why he didn't pick his brother up if he was home all along.

"He's here, why didn't he pick me up. That Lee Donghyuck" you chuckle at the young boy's words, watching him step out of the car.

"You go in, I'll go when you get inside" you bid goodbye, waiting for him to safely get inside the house before driving away. Sungyeon waves one last time before going inside.

The moment he steps inside the house, the oldest Lee brother steps out from the kitchen

"Oh, wait shit I was suppose to pick you up" Donghyuck says, remembering his promise to his brother.

"I meant crap I was suppose to pick you up" he repeats without the curse word, scared his mom might know he curses infront of his siblings even though he's a literal grown man now.

The younger one just scowls at him, "Yea you were, why didn't you pick up your phone?"

"Because I have this killer headache since midnight and I've been in bed. I forgot to tell mom though, wait how did you get home? Did you take the bus?"

"I called Y/N noona"

It took Donghyuck a few seconds to process that sentence. his head was already pounding since this morning but hearing you drove his brother home when you're probably busy with your own schedule all across town sends his thoughts into over drive.

That and the fact that he hasn't told his family the two of you called it quits months ago.

To be honest, he didn't have it in his heart to break the news to his family. He was going to tell them during Christmas break, the reason why he spent almost a month at home sulking in his room but then Jeno texted him saying you got presents for everybody when you didn't have to anymore.

He knows for a fact his mother loves you, maybe more than she loves her own son. His siblings are smitten with you, and his dad thinks he's a fool if he ever lets you go. So in short, his own family will disown him if they hear you two are done.

Instead of saying anything, he just sulked away his heartache. The conversation never came up, and every time someone asks why you aren't around he just makes some excuse.

He knows one day he has to come clean about it, but one more day won't hurt.

He thinks.

When you got home to your apartment, another unexpected text came. From another Lee sibling, this time the very one you never thought of hearing from ever again.

Hyuck: thank you for driving Sungyeonie home. You didn't have to, but thanks.

You: don't worry about it, though you should tell him next time. I had some free time, he was lucky.

Lies, you would've still driven him home even if you were busy.

Hyuck: been sick since last night and I forgot to tell mom, I owe you one. Thanks again.

The next day, you see Jeno walking across campus hallway. Calling his name out to catch his attention.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Can I ask you a favor? Please?"

"What is it this time?" Jeno asks, already having a feeling about where this conversation is about to go.

"Can you give this to Hyuck, heard he's sick" you say, passing the brown bag to him

"He is? Huh explains why he wasn't answering his phone yesterday. Anyways, why do you care? Like no offense, but like didn't you two broke up?" he has a point and you don't really have an answer to that.

Last night after the quick exchange, you can't help but feel worried. You know how Donghyuck pushes himself over his own limits, one of the reasons why the two of you argued a few times that eventually led to your break-up.

But even after all of that, of course you still care.

"Just give it to him, or don't. I don't really know too" you mumble

"You good?" Jeno asks

"Yep, I'm gonna go. Thanks Jen"

A few hours later, Jeno is knocking on Hyuck's bedroom door after his mom let him in.

"I'll eat dinner later" Jeno hears his friend shout from the other side of the door

"Open the door"

That made Hyuck get up from his bed to see why his friend is here, "What are you doing here?"

Jeno just puts the brown bag infront of his face, "What's this?"

"Care package from your dear Y/N"

"You're joking" Hyuck scowls at him before taking the bag, checking the contents and it was indeed a bunch of medicine and snacks he likes

"Do I look like I'll buy those for you? You're lucky your ex-girlfriend is a good person. I'm gonna go now before you pass your germs to me" Jeno says before walking away. He can hear his friend say goodbye to his mom, closing his door before walking towards the bedside table to get his phone.

It was easy to dial your phone number, you're still on top of his contact list. After a few rings, you pick up

"Hello?"

He wasn't sure what he was going to say, he really didn't think this through but it's too late

"Hyuck? Are you okay?" you ask, getting worried by the second

"Hi, uh yea hi"

"Why did you call? You okay?"

Why are you being so nice to him? You're suppose to not care about him anymore. You're suppose to curse him, hate him and vow to never answer any of his texts and calls.

But instead you're the exact opposite. You still have his number saved, you're still in good terms with his siblings and you even sent him things when you didn't have to.

"You there?" you ask again, breaking him from his thoughts

"Yea, just wanted to say thanks for the stuff. Seems like I owe you another one"

"Don't worry about it, and don't worry about yesterday. Like I said, I had free time but Hyuck, can I ask something?"

it's been a while since he last heard you say his name. To mostly everyone he's Haechan. To his family, he's Donghyuck. To you, he's Hyuck. Claiming you loved his name so much, you even wore his initial around your neck.

"Sure"

"Why haven't you told your family we broke up?"

"I just haven't found the right timing, I guess. Sorry"

"You should tell them, we shouldn't make it complicated for them and I hate lying to them" you tell him

"I'll tell them"

A few seconds passed, neither of you said anything. Until Hyuck broke the silence with a question that'll break your heart all over again

"Why did we break up again?"

"Hyuck-"

"Sorry, I just still don't get it. One day we were okay then the next we weren't. Was it that easy to walk away?"

"You think it was? You think it was easy for me? I was hurt too, it hurt me too Hyuck. But fighting for you and fighting with you started to feel like the same thing. You always tell me everything's okay when it's not, I kept asking you if you were okay but you won't let me in. We were suppose to be a team, why were you holding back?"

He was at lost for words. This is the conversation he's been dreading ever since the two of you broke up. He was a easy go lucky guy, he tries to handle everything positively and would never let anyone see when he's struggling. And because of that, because he was too proud to let his walls down he lost you.

"I'm sorry"

"I've heard that before, doesn't change a thing. Go rest, Hyuck. Goodnight."

You really thought that was the last you'll hear from him. You didn't end things on a bad term but after that conversation you're not so sure. All it did was open wounds you've been trying to heal.

It felt like you were back to square one. Suddenly, you're missing him too much again. His absence too real and too much for your heart. Feeling sorry for your self again.

It was a free day for you, you didn't have any class for the day so you let yourself sulk. You promised you wouldn't do it but just for today you let yourself mope around.

Sometime after lunch, you hear a knock on your door. You thought it was your bestfriend, coming to check up on you so imagine the surprise on your face when you open the door to see your ex standing there with a sorry look on your face.

"Before you slam the door on my face can I just say what I came here to say then you can curse at me, hit me, block me all you want. I deserve it. Can you just hear me out first? Three minutes and I'll go"

You look at him, already feeling a few tears gathering threatening to fall any second. You did want to slam the door on his face, but you also wanted to just hug him and bury your face on his chest hoping that will mend your broken heart.

Even now he's the only one who can fix it even though he was the one who broke it in the first place.

"I'm counting"

"Oh okay, I thought you were going to slam the door on my face so I really didn't think-"

"2 minutes 50 seconds"

"Shit okay okay I'm sorry. First of all I'm sorry. You're right, it was unfair of me to treat you like that when all you wanted was to be there for me. You've always been on my side and I was too dumb and too proud, I pushed you away when I should've been holding you tighter. I was scared to tell you my worries because I didn't want you to see me like that, I was scared to be vulnerable I thought I was being weak. That's on me, now I know that. I should've talked to you, I should've listened when you were asking me. You shouldn't have to fight with me or for me. I was dumb, I know that now. And now here I am making the biggest fool of myself because I lost the only one who stayed with me despite all of my bullshit. Sorry for the pain. I'm letting it all out now, sorry for letting you down. If by any chance you don't think I'm completely dumb, can we have another shot at this?"

Donghyuck said all of that under three minutes, taking himself by surprise. Poor you had to process it all at once.

"That's all I wanted from you" you breathed out

"Was I too much?" he whispers

"No, you'll never be that to me. Nothing I can't handle, so if we're giving this another shot that's all I need from you. Don't hold back when it's with me, all or nothing"

For the first time in months, it's like this weight was lifted off of both your shoulders. It might take some time, but you can already feel things falling back into place. It's a risk, but he'll always be a risk you're willing to take no matter how high the stakes are.

"All or nothing" he echoes your words, ready to bet his heart again because he knows with you he'll never lose.

"Can I have a hug now?" you mumble, Haechan chuckles pulling you by the arms until your in his arms again. And this time, he's not letting go.

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icedmatchatae · 1 year

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Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter II: The Story of You and Me

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: Angst, not really a warning but the beginning of flashbacks for the story, you get to see them interact <3

Word Count: 6.8k

Chapter II: The Story of You and Me || Series Masterlist

The sounds of kiddish laughter together when you played on the swings. The thrill when you ran away from him and the bugs he caught. The cries of when he fell off the tree, and you hugged the pain away. The excitement when you two received ice cream from his mom and the innocence when you held hands as your permanent walking buddy.

They were peaceful times, you couldn’t deny, unfortunately. You were young and clueless, having no real thoughts until he came into your life. His existence sealed a very idea. The everlasting belief that defined what friendship is for you was shaped by the story of you and him.

It started in Geochang when you were five and he was six. His family moved in with his paternal grandparents in the little town. And it just so happened that his grandparents lived next to yours. You remembered the moving truck and numerous boxes at the back as a clear day. The sun flashed down onto the neighborhood, with the greenery of trees shading the houses. Birds chirped and scattered across the sky. The summer breeze was gentle as you helped your grandmother water the plants on the front porch. Still, you grew distracted, especially when you saw three children running out and jumping towards Halmeoni Kim, screaming and hugging the older woman.

“Grandma, who’s that?” You asked as you pointed towards them. “Why are they attacking Halmeoni Kim?”

Your grandmother glanced at you before following your pointing, “Oh, it’s her son’s family. They just moved in with her.” You turned your head to see her smiling at them.

“Seolji!” Halmeoni Kim spotted your grandmother and motioned her to come by. “Come meet my family!”

Seolji looked at your curious eyes and asked, “You wanna come meet them with me?” You furrowed your eyebrows and pushed out your lower lips before looking down at your feet, fidgeting your body in place. The lady knew you were always a shy child but also knew how you loved making friends, especially since there weren’t many kids in this area of town. You nodded, continuing to stare down. “Come, dear.” She held out her hand, and hesitantly, you wrapped your small hand around her fingers.

As you walked to the house with her and closer to the family, their faces were much defined. You noticed that there were two boys and a girl, around the same age, maybe even your age. You grew intimidated with the three versus one. You never had siblings, so it was always just you and your grandparents. You feared they wouldn’t like you, so you hid behind the skirt of your grandmother.

“This is my son, Jitae, and his wife, Miseon.” Halmeoni Kim introduced the other two grown-ups, and they exchanged greetings. “And these are their children, Taehyung, Eunjeong, and Sungyeon.” The Kim siblings waved back to your grandmother’s skirt.

“Ahhh, look at you gorgeous children.” Seolji was awed as she patted each of their heads, to which they smiled, gazing up. “Let me introduce you to my granddaughter, ___. She’s a little shy, but she’ll warm up to you.” Her head shifted towards your hiding self as you gripped the fabric tighter. “Come on, ___.”

You leaned to the side, peaking to see them. But you barely got a sight when the tallest and eldest boy of the bunch went up to you, blocking your way, and held out his hand with a rectangular smile.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung! Nice to meet you.” He greeted as he studied your features. Your hair was styled into pigtails with those two blue-balled hair ties, a matching blue dress, and those jelly shoes that your grandparents worked hard to afford. He also spotted a gold little necklace with a flower pendant around your neck.

Seolji pushed you forward and in front of him. Your eyes sparked curiosity yet uncertainty. However, meeting his genuine sparkling eyes made you feel comfortable, almost washing away your initial concerns.

“Aww, what a beautiful granddaughter you have.” Taehyung’s mother complimented, watching your interaction.

You raised your trembling hand and grabbed onto his before he shook it rapidly, surprising you. “You’re ___, right?” Taehyung asked, and you nodded. “Let’s have fun!” The two younger siblings scrambled away and screamed playfully while the eldest boy tugged you lightly to come to join.

Your head pivoted towards your grandmother. She nodded and encouraged you to have fun before landing your eyes back on Taehyung. “Will you be there to play?” You wanted to make sure.

He nodded happily, “Of course! I’ll always play with you.” For the very first time, Taehyung saw you smile, following your cheeks protruded upwards. Your face was lighter and brighter. He liked your smile and wanted to see more of it.

And once you both ran off together, it was the beginning of an unforgettable friendship.

You learned about Taehyung, confirming that he was the eldest child of the Kim family yet the silliest one of the trio. They originally were from Daegu but moved to be closer to his grandparents as well as helped with her farming. He loves his family to pieces with how he acts. He was affectionate and caring but also a troublemaker.

Taehyung was an outgoing child. He enjoyed playing outside the house or in the park and meeting new friends, especially when school started. They invited him to play or go to their birthday parties. With all these new friendships developing for his young self, your quiet, reserved self was still his number one.

Other kids loved you, but they loved Taehyung. He brought you with him as it got you out of your comfort zone. You were usually hesitant, but he made sure to tell you that he would be there for you all the time. When the two of you went out together, a group would jump on you to hang out, and you did.

But when you couldn’t handle kids, you had the habit of walking away and playing alone. But once he spotted you, he’d join in and relish every minute spent. You appreciated him for that. If he had to choose friends, he’d pick you right off the bat.

Taehyung also learned more about you, especially one night when you slept over at his house as a slumber party. His siblings fell asleep way too early, so it was just you and him in the living room. Blankets were stacked and spread across the floor with many pillows surrounding your bodies. You sat together in your pajamas, watching some cartoons while drinking some hot chocolate.

“Tae, you need to go to sleep soon. ___, you too.” Taehyung’s father stepped into the room, inspecting you both.

“We will, dad!” Taehyung shouted back, his eyes still on the TV. Even if he left you two alone, he knew that you weren’t sleeping anytime. But he lets it be and have your fun as it wasn’t a school night. His father said good night to both, but I love you to Taehyung before heading to bed himself.

Once you finished your hot chocolates, you got ready for bed. The living room lights were off, but a nightlight shined in the corner of the space. You closed your eyes to sleep, but Taehyung poked your side.

“___?” He asked. You opened your eyes and turned to face Taehyung, always staring at you. “Where are your parents?”

Without any thought, you replied, “They’re not here anymore. Grandma said they’re in heaven.”

“Like they’re dead?”

Though Taehyung meant no harm and blessed his soul, the way he said it made your eyes swell up with tears. Within seconds, he heard you wheezing with streaks running down your cheeks. “Oh, no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that.” He got up and pulled your small body into his dainty arms.

“It’s okay, I know.” You sniffled. He wiped the tears off your face and held you tightly. “But yeah, I don’t know what happened.”

You both stayed silent for a bit, taking in each other’s presence, before Taehyung wondered, “Do you miss them?”

“Yeah, I wish they were still here.” You nodded. “We were a happy family, but now it’s just me and grandma and grandpa.”

“Are you happy with your grandparents? Do you love them?”

“Yeah, I love them.”

“Then you’re still with family! And they love you too!”

“You’re right, but…” You got off of him and sat up to gaze into his eyes. “I get sad sometimes when I see your family.”

“What? Why?” He pouted and tilted his head.

“I wish I had that.”

He frowned harder, seeing your face grow dull and sad. He didn’t like seeing you in this state. He tried his best to cheer you up. “You do have that!”

Now your expression was puzzled, and you mimicked his leaning head. “What do you mean?”

“Yeah, you have your grandparents but now, you have us!” He cheered, putting a big smile on him. “Me and my family.”

“How is that possible?”

“Are you happy when you’re with us?” He questioned, and you nodded. “Do you love us?”

Blush appeared on your cheeks as you suddenly held eye contact with your lap. “Yeah, I love you guys.”

You felt his hands on your face, lifting your head to meet him. He grinned softly and scrunched his nose. “Then you’re family because we also love you, and you make us happy!”

Your glossy doe irises gaped at him as the soft light of the night light shined. His skin was silk, his hair was messy, and his demeanor was playful, but his heart radiated the most on him. He cared for you and wanted to protect you from all things possible. He giggled at your staring as he used his thumbs to tip off the excess tears before hugging you.

“I love you, ___!” It was the first of many times he told you that, and you believed him wholeheartedly. That was the moment he conveyed hope into your life and continued on as the years went by.

“I love you too.”

It was evident in the early years that Taehyung was important to you, and you hoped the same, well, he was explicit on it, showering you with affection you didn’t like, but you let him do it. You wanted to give him a gift of appreciation, but of course, you had no money, and you never liked asking your grandparents for it.

So you decided to make it with the box of crafts you had in your room. You took some time and tried to make it as perfect for him and you as possible. If your friendship was long-term, then this gift had to last too. After a couple of days, you were done and wrapped it into a small box.

It was the aftermath of his twelfth birthday as well as his party. You were granted permission to sleep over at his place once again. As usual, everyone went to bed except you two and stayed up watching a Disney movie on the couch. Though Taehyung was tired from all the fun and games and the opening of his presents, you still never gave your present to him. For some reason, you didn’t want to give it where people were watching. In your mind, the gift was only for you and him.

You eyed Taehyung, who rested his head on your shoulder, keeping his eyes on the screen. You licked your lips before nudging him, thus catching his attention.

He got off you and raised an eyebrow, “What’s up?” He noticed you agitating in your seat, a sign he knew all too well. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” You spoke softly.

“Obviously, you’re lying.” He rolled his eyes, knowing you were easy to read. He leaned towards you as you fidgeted your fingers, a habit he knew when you were nervous. “Don’t lie. What’s wrong?”

Your large pupils gazed at his with your opened mouth, trying to explain yourself. “I-I-I have a present.”

He lightly chuckled, “You don’t have to be nervous about that.” He patted your hair. “How come you didn’t give it at the party?”

“I wanted it a secret.” You replied. “You and me.”

He accepted your reasoning and nodded. He watched you get up and dig through your backpack before you brought out a small blue box in your hands. You sat back down and handed him the gift.

“Happy birthday!” You greeted once more, making him shine his signature smile at you.

In a rush, he ripped open the box until he discovered what was inside. He was somewhat confused, but then he realized it when he remembered what you had on your wrist during the party. He complimented it and wished you to make one for him, but little did he know, it was already created.

“You made me one too?” He gasped, pulling out the blue friendship braided bracelet made of hemp threads. To make it more personal, you weaved beads with his initial “T” and other cute charms like a tiger, a white flower, a strawberry, and a smiley face.

“It was my intention to, before I made mine.” You showed yours, which was completely identical to his except for the initial as it had yours. “It’s adjustable! Just pull the strings here. I tried my best...do you like it? Is it weird?”

“Are you kidding? This is the best thing!” He eagerly put it on and tightened it on his wrist. He examined it with so much passion and happiness on his face, then caught your prideful staring. “Thank you, ___. I love it.” He touched your accessorized wrist with him, acting like there was so much friendship power within the bracelets. “We’re now conjoined. You’re stuck with me forever and never leaving my side.”

You laughed at his proclamation, shaking your head. You reached for his fingers to intertwine them with yours, a common behavior in your friendship. “I’m serious. The idea of being apart from you—that’s never going to happen.” He pulled your arm so you could move closer to him. He kissed your hair before laying his cheek on your head.

“Me and you.” Taehyung spoke, holding your fingers tightly.

Over time, your friendship grew stronger and more powerful like a fire burning bright. Everyone around you could see it from hundreds of kilometers away. But that was only an outsider’s perspective that the bond was too sturdy to break you apart, no matter how much it’s been trampled on. They never fully understood what you meant to each other, how you were always together, and why you were significant to one another.

One could say it was because you had known each other since you were young, another could explain it’s because you shared the same interests, and some other person would assume that you liked each other, but since you were small, you wouldn’t even know it.

They could be right or wrong, but they’ll never know. Yes, you and Taehyung were similar yet very different, developing your own beliefs and values when you grew older. You were young when you met him, but whether six or sixty-three, you were destined to meet at some point. It didn’t matter. And some people…said things that felt like what ifs.

It was hard to explain in words. But the closest understanding you got with your simple adolescent mind was when walls seemed to cave in, you looked into each other’s eyes and you felt alive. You found comfort and hope in a pool of cocoa-swirled irises that sparkled at every glance. The gravitational pull was tough; no amount of magnets in the world could rip you apart. If away, which was rare, you always found yourselves back to one another.

But now it’s different.

Where was that friendship? It’s gone, incinerated by the flames of your own hold. Nothing left but dust that was soon blown away by the same summer breeze you met with. The bond diminished and became paper thin that even delicate silk could destroy it by a single touch. What was once there was gone.

But there you were right before Taehyung, after years apart, almost a decade.

You were distracted by talking to someone. Yet Taehyung couldn’t help but stare at you. The last time he saw you, you were both teenagers, and the last known location you were in was back in Geochang.

It was pretty unfathomable. Like who would have thought you two were to meet in some dingy restaurant in the middle of a dangerous area? Also, why are you here, in Seoul? And specifically, this part of the city? So many questions ran through his mind. But the hard-hitting fact was you were there, in the flesh and within reach.

Wait, was it really you? Were his eyes misleading him? It has been a while…but if Taehyung trusted his intuition, then it had to be you. Your face was too distinct for him to forget.

Your familiar face still captured the warmth you used to present to him, usually with a welcoming smile and open arms. He couldn’t help but scrutinize your entire being. You grew into your features, even your curves, so he can assume that aging did you well. However, he noticed the little things that others usually don’t. Your rosy, plump cheeks were dull and hallow. Your hopeful twinkling eyes were covered with restlessness as dimness and darkness circulated them. You seemed thinner than how you normally were—if Taehyung could remember. You don’t look like you’ve eaten a proper meal.

He was filled with so many emotions that he felt like tearing up. But that emotion was thrown out because he refused to cry in this establishment.

He saw you huff and walk away, ending the conversation you had. The person you talked to rolled his eyes and turned around before accidentally facing Taehyung. The guy cocked an eyebrow at the idol, who kept this astonished expression on his face.

“Okay, you look familiar, but I still don’t care.” Kenji spoke before passing by Taehyung to go to the bathroom.

That made Taehyung snap out of his trance and shake his head. He quickly walked towards his hyungs, who had a heated discussion about something, and sat down with his worry high and mighty.

“She probably doesn’t know who we are.” Wooshik retorted. “I’d say you should flirt with her, kinda your type. You’re growing old, Hyung.”

“Shut your mouth and don’t be ridiculous.” Seojoon belittled. “Sure, she’s cute, pretty, but no way. She probably gets hit on, especially with the men here. I don’t think she wants that.”

“Hyung, have some confidence in yourself.” Wooshik complained, leaning back into his seat. “You’re good-looking—”

“W-who are you talking about?” Taehyung questioned, still frazzled by his discovery.

“The waitress serving us.” Wooshik smiled playfully. “She’s pretty and I’m telling hyung to talk to her, especially since she doesn’t know—”

“Hair this length, big doe-eyes, cute rounded nose, shapely cheekbones, her name ___?” Taehyung motioned and described you to a T, biting his lips and staring at the older men.

They were stunned at how well their youngest friend pointed out the key characteristics of a stranger he didn’t even meet. “Uhh, yeah, her name was ___—How’d you know that? You were literally shitting in the bathroom.”

Taehyung was about to open his mouth to complain that he wasn’t pooping when all of a sudden, “I have your drinks right here!” You presented cheerfully to the men. Your head was angled in a way to look at Seojoon and Wooshik that you overlooked Taehyung. Yet surprised at your presence, the idol flinched and accidentally hit his knee from under the table. Hissing in pain, he dropped his utensils to the floor.

“Oh, no! Let me help you.” You gasped, and in a hurry, you placed the tray of beverages on the table to crouch down.

Damn, your voice…he missed it. The tone would have healed his knee if that were possible. “Oh, fuck. My bad.” Taehyung winced, looking down at his knee and where his now dirtied chopstick lay on the ground.

The voice made your ears twitch; it sounded familiar, almost too familiar. But you cackled internally as you shook your head in disbelief. There was no fucking way, not a chance. You smiled at your stupid thought and gathered the utensils before looking up, “Don’t worry, sir, I’ll get you new…ones.”

You met the pair of cocoa-swirled irises.

The same ones you met when you were five. The same ones who brought you hope. The same ones who encouraged you. The same ones who had the arms that held you at night. The same ones who loved you. The same ones that showed you what true friendship was.

But the same ones who took it all back with nothing left for you to hold.

“___.” Taehyung’s jaw dropped as he saw you up close and personal. That familiar flower necklace still hung around neck. It really was you.

So he was right. You were here.

You were back.

He couldn’t depict your expression. There was no emotion shown on your face. You were easy to read before, but now he can’t think of anything.

Breaking your eye contact away from him, you turned to the confused gentlemen with him and smiled. “I’ll be right back.” You stood up and placed their drinks on their table before taking your tray. You turned your back to them as you bit your lips in alarm, speeding down to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the idol couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. With no shame, he even shifted his chair to get a better view of you walking. Seojoon and Wooshik watched their friend in wonder and concern with the way he acted.

“Uhh, Tae? I know there’s that saying “look but don’t touch,” but at least make the looking less obvious and hungry.” Wooshik waved his hand in front of his friend’s face to grab his attention again. “Also you have a girlfriend.” The actor whispered that part to avoid gossip.

“What?” Taehyung could only say.

“Taehyung, you were staring at her.” Seojoon clarified. “Not even blankly like you usually do, you looked pretty stupid.”

The idol realized what he had done, and his face morphed into humiliation. He sighed and clicked his tongue, “Fuck.”

“D-do you know her?” The simple question from Wooshik brought Taehyung heart-wrenching stress.

Of course you did, in and out.

But he couldn’t say that, so he stayed quiet. At least not now.

“Ken, switch tables with me.” You barged into the kitchen and saw your coworker stealing a chicken wing. His grandfather frowned in disgust and continued cooking more. You folded your arms over your chest, glaring holes into him as if he did something.

Terrified he might have done something, he goes, “What? Why? What did I do?”

“Is something wrong, dear?” Halmeoni questioned, seeing your distress.

“Nothing, I promise.” You breathed out and pouted at your situation. “Dammit, how is this even possible?” You asked yourself, but it was coherent for Kenji to hear.

“What’s possible?” The younger boy pressed.

You sighed, “Things happened when I thought they weren’t going to happen.”

“That’s a shame.” Kenji exchanged. “Well, you need to get over it and do your thing.”

“Please switch tables with me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m on my break.”

“Wha—Are you kidding me?” You fretted, looking towards your boss, who shrugged.

“I never kid about my breaks, ___.” Kenji informed, eating more wings.

“But…but the group of men!” You whined, stomping your foot on the ground.

“Are they bothering you, sweetie?” Halmeoni asked.

“No…” You answered. “But—”

“Then it should be fine. Just serve them. It’ll be alright.” She reassured you. “If they touch you, call me or Halabeoji.”

“Why not me?” Kenji complained with a stuffed mouth that particles spat out.

Ignoring her grandson’s commentary, she looked at you, “Go.” She patted your shoulder. “Are they handsome?”

Seojoon and Wooshik, yes. Taehyung…it’s a whole story.

You shrugged before collecting their orders into a bigger surfaced tray.

The moment he saw you, Taehyung felt the urge to have you back into his life again. Maybe it was a sign. He did think about you during his therapy session. When he mentioned happiness and someone, it was all you. His memories had you. Wooshik brought them to a sketchy place, leading him to you. It’s all you. You. You. You.

Taehyung couldn’t be a little bitch and not let things happen. But from the first glance in years, he knew that there would be tension. After all that happened and how the both of you disappeared, seeing one another was the last thing you thought about. Still, there was a crucial faith in all of this. Both of you seemed to have forgotten.

If away, which was rare, you always found yourselves back to one another.

You came out from the back with their orders and headed towards their table, where you felt Taehyung’s eyes on you. You tried your best to ignore him and did what you needed. In fact, you should focus more on Wooshik and Seojoon.

You settled your tray on a vacant table. You grabbed each dish to put it on the table, but as you did so, you saw Taehyung standing from his seat and assisting you. “Let me help you with that, ___!” You paid no attention to your helping hand and grinned at the other men. On the other hand, they witnessed the two of you being weird. Yes, Taehyung was a popular idol and would probably made you reactive regardless—he was a national figure, what do you expect? But this was different; it was questionable how resistant you were being at the first meet, as if you didn’t want to see his stupid face or you wanted to punch it. Maybe you didn’t care about the idol like other folks?Something was definitely up, and they wanted to know.

Once you were done, Taehyung sat back down, gazing up at you. But your head was turned to not see him but his friends. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“___, could have I get those new utensils?” Taehyung requested sweetly, smiling to ease you. He knew at the very least you were hostile, judging by how you treated him like the wind. Though it hurt, he understood why and couldn’t blame you.

But he did remember how he was able to get through to you. Of course, that was a decade ago, but nevertheless, it counted. He had to ease his way in, maybe a little assertive.

You kept your grin and pivoted your body to the unoccupied table to retrieve fresh and clean chopsticks, spoons, and napkins. Forcing yourself to not slam it, you swiftly set them in front of him and straightened it perfectly.

“Thank you, ___. It’s wonderful.” The idol praised you, and you wanted to sucker punch him right there.

“Enjoy your meal!” You shouted before scurrying away. Before that, Seojoon could have sworn your eye twitched at Taehyung.

“Dude, the fuck was that?” Seojoon protested. “You’re creeping her out.”

“No, I’m not.” The younger man frowned. “I’m being friendly.”

“Yeah, helping her with the distribution, sounding too sweet, and saying her name.” The eldest listed down. “You even have puppy eyes at her. We know that look.”

Taehyung whined at his behavior, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, and I wanted her to help us grill the meat.” Wooshik alluded to the lost cause.

The idol gasped, “Oh, we should—”

“No!” They both said in unison.

“But seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Seojoon dwelled on the topic. “This is the most I’ve seen you pressed in a while. Do you know her?”

Taehyung closed his eyes and breathed, “Yeah, I do.”

“We’ve never seen her before.” Wooshik muttered. “Was she staff?”

“No.”

“Assistant?”

“No.”

“Former NDA?”

“Are you serious?”

“What? I’m trying to figure it out.” Wooshik pouted as he bit into his cooked meat. “You’re doing that thing, being mysterious and it’s annoying.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Tae, just tell us. We aren’t going to say anything.” Seojoon demanded, trying to enjoy his dinner in peace. “Who are we gonna tell? The people I gossip to are literally here.”

He wanted to tell his hyungs. He really did. But saying it would bring pain to him. The last time he spoke directly about you with name and everything to others was pre-debut. Everyone he met after, including Wooga Squad and Clara, didn’t know who you were and what you meant to him.

“I know it sounds basic but we’re here for you.” Wooshik reassured. “If you’re not ready to talk, then so be it. But don’t act like that. You don’t want to be labeled as a creep by the media.”

“A bit harsh, hyung.” Taehyung glared, feeling a sting. Wooshik immediately felt terrible and apologized. “It’s complicated??” Both friends raised their eyebrows. “She was my friend, best friend.”

“Seems like there’s more than what you’re saying.” Seojoon pondered. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Then Taehyung shook his head. Not yet.

And that somewhat ended the conversation and fed a bit of his hyungs’ curiosity, but Taehyung knew there would be more that needed to be said about you. As they were eating, the idol had numerous questions for you, wanting to catch up, reminisce, and be friends again, yet there was apparent doubt if you were willing to do that with him.

You checked up on them repeatedly, bringing in more alcohol. Every time you went to their table, all Taehyung’s attention went to you. But you never acknowledged or reciprocated him. However, you couldn’t help but observe the consumption Taehyung did. You assumed he wasn’t the type, but what do you know? Nothing, that’s what, so you let it be.

As they got closer to finishing their dinner, the restaurant was practically empty. The only customers were them and this passed-out man. The place closed late, and it was almost midnight. When you thought they were getting the check, Seojoon requested a large bowl of yukgaejang. Perplexed as you saw all of them nearing food comas, you rang in the order and went to the back.

After ten minutes, you returned with a fresh, steaming bowl of spicy beef vegetable soup. You went around to give it to Seojoon, but he stopped you.

“Have a seat.” Seojoon offered the empty chair that was next to a buzzed Taehyung.

“What?” Your pupils dilated towards the eldest man.

“You’ve been running back and forth all night, probably even before we came. I know there’s another server, but I barely saw him.” Seojoon briefed. You grimaced at the thought of a lazy Kenji eating in the back but smiled genuinely. It was the smile that Taehyung always enjoyed seeing. “Sit and eat with us.”

“Smooth, Hyung.” Wooshik voiced, and you heard him though you didn’t think it was intended.

Nonetheless, you were skeptical. Not because of their kind gesture, but just being near him. He looked pretty tipsy, but who knows what would happen if he was in your presence? You did a damn good job of giving the cold shoulder, so it wouldn’t be too bad.

Still, you were nervous about your unconscious behaviors.

“I—I don’t know if I’m allowed to.” You chuckled tensely. Your fingers fidgeted underneath the bowl, and Taehyung caught on, noticing you still had that habit.

“She is! I approve!” The boisterous voice caught your attention when you spotted Halmeoni smile in your direction with a thumbs up. You blinked as you bit your lips, not being able to escape.

“Your boss approves.” A red Wooshik giggled, followed by Seojoon. You saw Taehyung in your peripheral vision. His pouting lips and puppy eyes gawked at you. You knew that look; you didn’t want that.

Playing it off cool, you sighed and nodded, setting the bowl down and sitting next to Taehyung, still not giving him the time of day. “Thank you for the meal.” You reached the table over to grab a clean spoon and began sipping on the broth. You weren’t going to lie; this was very deserving. You’ve been awake since six in the morning and have been on your feet. You had snacks throughout the day, but this was your first actual meal today. The soup warmed you up, and you were less irritated about today.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Wooshik looked at you eating, actually, all of them, which would be disturbing, but you were too hungry to care.

“Yes, this is actually great. This sounds bad, but this is my first meal of the day.” You responded.

“What?!” The booming vocals of the culprit next to you made the entire table flinch. Taehyung’s eyes widened at your report while the two across from you eyed their friend’s behavior. You didn’t bother seeing him and went on eating.

Trying to break ice and awkwardness, Seojoon emphasized, “The way you speak has some dialect. You’re not from Seoul?”

You shook your head, scooping some meat into the spoon. “No, I’m surprised you noticed. Not much people point it out.”

The man shrugged, “It sounded familiar.” He hinted vaguely, but you weren’t able to catch on. Yet Taehyung did. “So where are you from.”

You opened your mouth but closed it with uncertainty. But then you honestly answered, “Geochang.”

Wooshik hummed in response, “Tae, aren’t you from there?”

You paused your eating, detecting suspicion. You eyed Wooshik, who saw nothing wrong with what he said. Maybe you’re just on edge. You couldn’t think properly with no food in your system.

“Uhh, yeah. I was.” Taehyung agreed, and that was it as Seojoon asked another question.

“So Geochang. That’s like three hours from here.” The eldest one stated. “What brings you here?”

You scrunched your nose, now understanding what they were trying to do. But you tried your best not to show any change in demeanor. Even if he was there, you were talking to the handsome man in front of you. “I’m here for graduate’s school.”

“A beautiful, smart, and kind woman.” Wooshik complimented, making you blush.

Taehyung couldn’t help but be a little envious of his friends. Your eyes were on them the whole time, and not once were they on him. You really didn’t want to acknowledge him, and it deflated him. He felt hopeless right now, so he just looked the other way from you and leaned into the table as he drank soju straight from the bottle.

By the time they left and paid the bill, Taehyung was drunk, relatively unbalanced walking but still said intelligible sentences. Your eyes inspected his moves, with Wooshik holding onto him for support. His intoxicated irises roamed anywhere but yours, making you feel some way. But what’s done was done.

They thanked you and greeted a good night as they departed out of the tarp. They were the last customers before closing the shop. A gate was hidden at the entrance to which you slid it closed and locked. After doing so, you were met with Kenji with an inquisitive expression.

“Interesting bunch.” Kenji pointed out. “Especially that dude next to you drinking his spirit away. He deadass drank like four bottles alone.”

“Maybe he had a rough night.” You murmured as you shrugged.

“Nah, he was eyeballing you the entire time.”

“What’s new? I get that, especially from unprovoked men who come here.”

“I’m a decent man, ___. I know that stare.” Your coworker reasoned, to which you snorted in disbelief. “That stare was longing, hopelessly longing.” You leered back, sending your silence as a response. “The way you ignored him too. That’s cold. But with that, you either knew the guy or…no, yeah. You knew him.”

“Please, I could have done that with anyone.”

“You could, but you didn’t with his friends.” Kenji smirked, knowing he’s got somewhere. “I looked him up because you mentioned his friend’s names, and he’s from BTS! He’s V. I could have asked for a picture. You literally ignored V!”

“So??”

“No sane person would do that, ___, especially in Korea.” Your worker argued as you kept quiet. “I’m guessing, you do know him and something happen.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, recalling that Kenji was studying forensic psychology. You didn’t think he would study your behavior with them, considering he was in the back, but he had his ways.

“None of your business, coworker.” You ended the conversation as you snatched a cloth and wiped down the tables.

“Ahhh, you pulled that card!” Kenji burst out. “Well, ___, I’m eventually gonna know what happens sooner or later. You’re gonna have to deal with it too! Take your time, girl.” He left you alone to get the mop from the end of the hallway.

His words lingered in your mind, not wanting to believe him. It was a mere coincidence that you ran into Taehyung after a decade. It sucked, but it happened. Though some reunions flourished into rekindling, you hoped yours didn’t. You assumed by how you behaved that he got the message that you didn’t want to associate with him at all. The end of your friendship still ached, leaving some figurative bruises and scars on you while he soared through the sky with his success and high-status friends.

Though deep down, it was somewhat fair to see him. Good for him, at least that he was doing well. Probably forgot about you since he looked so baffled seeing you again. But it’s all over now.

After cleaning up, you bowed and waved goodbye to your bosses and coworker. Carelessly, you slid the gate closed behind you as you navigated to the nearest bus stop with your outdated phone. You were still a novice around the area, getting slightly lost, but it wasn’t too bad.

You sighed, seeing that it was past one in the morning, knowing you’ll get probably four hours of sleep—wait, you had to complete an assignment, but it was okay. That was your typical life of you.

You inspected both ways of the street; most people were gone, and the roads were empty. You weren’t a dumbass to pass by that particular part of the town unless you wanted to get kidnapped. You were still cautious, but these walks around here were pretty comforting.

“Didn’t peg you as a city girl.” The familiar voice that used to calm you down sent shivers down your spine. You controlled your breathing and furrowed your eyebrows. Your thoughts were too optimistic about him leaving you alone. You should have known better.

You guessed that disregarding him didn’t work, so you might as well talk to him for the first time in years. “Well, you don’t know me anymore.” You turned around, seeing him leaning on one of the street light poles. You didn’t see Seojoon or Wooshik around, just him, so you wondered if they were idiots leaving his drunk friend in a part of the city he knew nothing about.

“Hi, ___.” His mouth curved sluggishly. He seemed to sober up while waiting outside for you, but he continued to be tipsy.

“Why are you here? Go home.” You crossed your arms over your front.

“I could tell you the same thing.”

“Okay, bye.” Your heel pivoted around to leave. However, he stepped forward, reaching for your arm, but you seized your limbs back from him. “Don’t touch me.” You seethed through your teeth.

He dropped his hand to his side, “Sorry.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Taehyung, I’m so tired. I’m asking you kindly—”

“How are you?” He interjected. “How’ve you been?”

You stared at his audacity, your eye twitching at those modest questions to which he didn’t deserve answers. You shook your head and retaliated, “I’m not answering that to someone like you. You deserve nothing from me.”

“___—”

“Stop it.” It was your turn to interrupt him. “I don’t want to hear it. After everything, you don’t get to do this with me. We may have ran into each other, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

He stayed silent and kept his pupils on you. Unfortunately, it was challenging to speak things out with his intoxicated brain. So much in his head. But without the words coming out of his mouth, he stood there like a fool in front of his ex-best friend in the whole wide world.

“Just leave me alone.” You flattened your lips in a line. “Like how you’ve been doing for the last ten years.” You left him like that to go home. You had other things to do besides him. It was unnecessary for it.

You didn’t even look back. You failed to detect Seojoon and Wooshik coming out the side of the building and witnessing their friend fighting back the tears. Because if you did—

Everything that wasn’t said would have come out.

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