I’ll Let Go Of Your Hand Now

 Word Count: 1,700

Genre: angst, romance (?), promises some smut scenes later

Characters: Kim Taehyung (V), reader (Y/n)

Authors’s note: I hate this but I hope somebody will read it and find it somehow enjoyable. As always I would love to read your feedback <3. Also if you want a second part, please like or reblog so I’ll know. Thank you!

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“You are a little selfish, manipulative, spoiled brat. You know that?” He would tell you while laughing in a failed attempt to cover the harsh words he would throw at you. “But that’s a good thing,” he continued as he took a drag of his cigarette. “That’s what will get you pretty far I life. I mean it.” He smiled at as you sank further into your seat, feeling like the last person on the damn planet.

Your boyfriend continued to look aimlessly at the sky as he enjoyed his alcoholic beverage. You stared at the ground, biting your lip as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Oh, come on, don’t start with that. You know I love you and I’ll always want what’s the best from you,” he sighed, titling his on the side as if you were some kind of strange science experiment. Sometimes you would wonder how did you manage to stay with him for so long, sometimes his words would get to you and you would believe that his feelings for you were genuine. You two have been dating for almost two years after all.

 “I want to accept the opportunity and study one semester away,” you told him, your decision final.

“Of course, you do. You never include me in your plans,” he laughed again bitterly.

“I’ve never had any plans except this one,” you replied exasperatedly.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes and rose from his seat. “Let’s go. My friends are already there.”

 You two exited the bar and headed towards the karaoke place where he was supposed to meet his friends and and to where he dragged you. You hated singing ever since he told you how your voice sounds comical when you do it, and thus the idea of going to a place where everybody expected you to sing rose your anxiety levels to a metaphysical level.

As soon as you arrived everybody stopped singing and politely introduced their selves since it was your first time meeting his friends. Your boyfriend began chatting them up, forgetting about you altogether right after the introductions. As you looked for a place to sit, somebody in particular caught your eye, as he stared at you from across the room intently. He was the only one who wasn’t interested in what your boyfriend was saying. In fact, he was more interested in you, as his followed your every move with a lot of interest. You weren’t a particularly shy person, but the way his dark eyes were fixed on you made your cheeks redden. Most of the chairs were already occupied, thus as you searched for one that was vacant you caught him approaching you with the corner of your eyes.

“Here,” he said as he brought you a chair and placed it next to the others.

“Thanks,” you replied shyly as you sat down, ready to fish out your phone and start playing games in order to kill time. Most of the people were gathered around your boyfriend as he was telling a funny story that happened at his workplace. They all found it amusing since they all worked in the same place. Well, all of them except you and…him. You stole a glance in his direction only to find him looking at you from his seat.

“Kim Taehyung,” he said as he extended a hand towards you.

“Y/n,” you smiled and shook his hand. It took you five seconds to realize who you were talking to, but you decided to leave aside that fact that you knew he was famous. “Sorry if I looked like a lost puppy. I got a little confused about the seats,” you laughed awkwardly.

“There’s nothing to be confused about. Your boyfriend should be there to make you feel comfortable, not leave you like that,” he said, a serious expression etched on his face.

He was even more handsome in person. Eyes as dark as starless night, messy hair and plump lips that made it difficult not to stare. But you somehow managed to keep yourself composed.

“I’m already used to that,” you laughed, remembering all the times he abandoned you in an unknown place.

“You shouldn’t be. I think we both know you deserve better than that”.

The words left you speechless and before you could say anything, one of your boyfriend’s friends announced in an obnoxious voice that it was time for karaoke. You sighed and mentally prepared for a near embarrassment.

“I don’t know if I can sing with the famous V in the same room with me,” a girl giggled.

“I’m just another man at karaoke with his friends,” he replied politely, clearly annoyed by her words.

“Y/n should go first since she’s a new member of our group,” somebody interjected, making you feel nauseous.

Please don’t.

“Sing that balled you sing in the shower, babe. You’re funny when you do that,” your boyfriend laughed.

Everybody stared at you as you took a microphone and scrolled through the variety of songs. You laughed to yourself as you chose a rap song you knew your boyfriend hated. The moment the song started, everybody went silent as they all recognized the song.

“Not that shit,” your boyfriend whined as he took a gulp of his beer.

The moment you stared rapping you were surprised seeing Taehyung next to you with a microphone in his hand and the biggest smile on his face. You two started a strange rapping and singing duet that made you laugh and forget in the same time about any other person being in the room with you.

It was so strange just the mere look into his eyes gave you a feeling of absolute comfort. Almost as if you knew him for a long time.

This doesn’t make any fucking sense.

As the song ended, everybody gave a round of applause, mostly for Taehyung.

“If this was a rap battle, Y/n would’ve beat me,” he said and glanced at you with so much appreciation in his eyes, it left you breathless.

Everybody cackled at his joke but he kept smiling at you as you both returned to your seats, pulling yours first like a real gentleman, which was utterly unexpected.

As the rest of the people sang their chosen songs, your boyfriend kept himself busy with his friends, without even glancing at you once. However, Taehyung gave you all the attention in the world as you two talked like two best friends.

Not long after that, people were starting to slowly get drunk and messy which was never a good sign.

“Y/n baby, let’s go home,” your boyfriend acknowledged your existence for the first time since the two of you arrived. His words latched with double meanings.

“I’ll make sure you get home safe,” you said and rose from your seat, a little disappointed that you had to end your conversation with Taehyung.

“I’ll take them all home,” a guy said, shaking his head at Taehyung, an unspoken conversation happening between the two of them.

“No way. I’m not leaving my damn girlfriend with that guy,” your boyfriend interjected.

“You don’t have to. I’m leaving right now,” you growled as you gathered your things and left.

A wave of cold air hit you as you exited the building in a hurry. You were mad, heartbroken and confused.

Everybody has a time in their life when they continuously wonder about the meaning of Hell. How it would feel to burn into the depths of the universe for the whole eternity, or maybe how it would feel to freeze into the ninth circle, watching your soul turn a dirty shade of blue. Sometimes you did. Sometimes you thought had you’ve involuntarily found it. However, it wasn’t in the form of an eternal fire.

Hell was waking up every morning pretending to be ok.

Hell was looking into your boyfriend’s eyes and feeling the cold numbness.

Hell was when you stared at your reflexion in the mirror and remembered all the harsh things he told you.

Hell was hating every inch of your being and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t change a damn think.

Hell was standing in front of you in that moment looking like a god.

Hell was the one wiping away the lone tear going down your cheek.

“It’s late,” Hell said as he looked at you with his black eyes. Black eyes that took you to Heaven and back whenever they were fixed on you. “I can’t let you walk alone.”

“I’m fucking lost,” you whispered and he nodded back, understanding the undertone in your response.

“I know. But not for long.”

You started walking mechanically towards your apartment as Taehyung silently followed you. Your hands would touch from time to time, eliciting a small sheepish laugh from the both of you.

The walk towards your apartment was shorter than you would’ve liked. Taehyung followed you inside your building, opening doors for you, actions which were so foreign to you.

“Thank you,” you said as you reached your apartment door. “Should I call a cab so you can get home safe?”

“There’s no need to. I’ll take a short walk to cool down a little bit,” he laughed, threading his fingers through his soft hair.

The action made the muscles of his arm contract under his long-sleeved shirt. Your eyes followed his movements, as you bit your lip involuntarily.

“Ok,” you replied almost incoherently.

“You know, there is this gentleman’s code. I should never, absolutely never, yearn after somebody else’s girlfriend.”

“Never is such a harsh word.”

“Definitely,” he said as he came closer to you.

“I hate never,” you whispered.

“Well, fuck it,” was the last things he said as his lips sealed yours in a kiss that made your blood boil. Your hands pulled him closer, pinning you against the door as he bit your lower lip. You felt his large hands wonder on your waist before the settled on your ass, pulling you flush against him.

You wanted him closer than you’ve ever wanted anybody.

However, your phone decided to ring in that particular moment, announcing an incoming call from your boyfriend.

                                                   End or part I 

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Sorry for the update delay on the Jay Park fanfic, guys. I’m going through some though times.

Here is a fetus Jay Park fic to make this post less depressing.