#bts blind

3rd Persons Pov

“Well, it looks delicious.” Y/N joked as Tae was getting ready to open the pizza box.

Tae snorted and opened the box. The two ate in comfortable quiet as the radio lulled in the background.

“What time is it?” Y/N asked after they’d ate.

“Time you bought a watch,”

“Wow. SO original,” Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Its 9pm.”

“Shall we go lay on my bed and talk? It’s comfier,”

So, the two went upstairs. Taehyung went to the guest room to get changed into his pyjamas. He opted for wearing a plain white cotton tee, and grey sweatpants.

He was confused, really confused. He doesn’t know why whenever Y/N was close his heart skipped beats, why whenever she smiled he felt his stomach flip. Even her laughing could send him in a haze. Was he getting sick?

He shakes these thoughts away and goes back to Y/N’s bedroom. She’d changed into a black ¾ sleeved top and grey shorts, he gulped silently and went to go sit on the opposite side of the bed to her. She heard him and shot a smile in his general direction. She had turned the TV on, and the big bang theory was running, quietly. The main light had been turned off and instead she had turned on a lamp (not that it changed anything to her, she only did it for Taehyung), giving the room a very cosy feel.

“Let’s lay under the covers, its comfier.” Taehyung suggested and they both moved under the duvet, they still laid on opposite sides of the bed, but they faced eachother, Tae’s heart sped up.

“Why don’t you go to school? There are people there who would be able to help you,” Taehyung said, nothing much louder than a whisper (and it didn’t need to be any louder).

“I hear some of the towns kids snickering about me when I passed them on the street. I wouldn’t like that 5 days a week,” She replied, voice no louder than Tae’s was.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Taehyung asked suddenly, then internally scolded himself for asking such an absurd question.

“No. Actually, you’re my first real friend. I had a few friends a while ago, but I don’t think they actually liked me. They made fun of me and then stopped contacting me after a few weeks,”

Taehyung felt his heart swell.

“I’ll never leave you, I promise,” He said quietly, and took one of Y/N’s small hands into his big ones.

Y/N smiled wide, and then closed her eyes. The two stayed quiet for a bit, content to just be laid there. They paid little attention to the television.

“Tell me what its like to see,” Y/N said quietly after a while, and Taehyung took a moment to respond.

He talked about how he associated different colours with different feelings, and how they could change, ‘Red. Sometimes it makes you feel really bad, but, sometimes it’s like elegance, and it’s something fancy and calming then. It can also mean love; hearts are red.’. He had difficulty explaining colours at first, but it got easier and easier. Y/N listened intently.

Neither of them really noticed, but as Tae explained, the two got closer and closer, until Y/N was wrapped up in Taehyung arms, and suddenly they both felt sleepy.

Taehyung woke up feeling warm, in his heart, he had Y/N in his arms, and he swears he’s never seen perfection like it. He pulls his arms tighter around her and she snuggled further into his chest. He peered at the clock- 10am. They had two hours before her dad came back.

He closed his eyes again and smiled to himself as he thought of Y/N.

When he felt her stir in her sleep, he opened his eyes and watched as she woke up.

“Morning,” His husky voice rung out.

“Morning.” Y/N said, voice still sleepy.

“I’ll make us breakfast in a bit. You like pancakes?”

“Who doesn’t?”

_

“You gotta meet them. You’d love them all I promise. They’re loud but hilarious.” Taehyung spoke through bites.

“If you insist that they’re all that great then sure. You just pick the time and place.”

“I’ll have a good think about that,”

The two sat and talked about their favourite bands for a while, both stretched out on separate sofas.

“Are there any more? Colours I mean…” Y/N sheepishly asked

Taehyung went through other colours; he went through loads until Y/N interrupted.

“I want to see, Taehyung,” She said sadly.

“You don’t need your sight for that.” Taehyung said, “I’ll be your eyes, show you the world in my own way.”

Y/N smiled to herself and turned to where Tae’s voice had been coming from the entire time. He smiles back. When they hear the front door open, both teens sit up. They hear Y/N’s dad in the kitchen and so they head there.

“Hello kids!” Y/N’s dad calls out to them, in a very good mood.

“How was work?” Y/N took a seat at the counter and Taehyung moved to do the same.

“It was good, I finished my shift at 10 but then I went out for coffee with Jenny,” He commented as he poured himself a glass of water. “Did you two have fun last night?”

“Yeah- we went for a walk around the park, then came back and had pizza and watched a few films,” Y/N replied, leaving out certain details (and for good reason). “Taehyung’s going to introduce me to his school friends sometime,”

“That’ll be nice. I’ve been thinking about school lately- Don’t you think you might like to go for a bit? Test the waters?”

Y/N shook her head, replying in a small voice that she ‘doesn’t want to take any risks’ and her dad nods understandingly.

 _

“You’re in an intoxicatingly good mood” Jin narrows his eyes at the younger.

The seven of them are in the school canteen. It’s loud, and smells but they have a comfortable spot where they sit in the corner, the table far away enough from where all the freshman sat (who would mercilessly spray aftershave, creating a disgusting smell as it mixed with the scent of greasy food.

“I am?” Taehyung hummed as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“Yeah, you are. Is it a girl?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung hummed in response, affirmative. The guys all made a small sound of shock and Jimin leaned closer to Taehyung to hear the story. Taehyung was oblivious to how intrigued they were and continued to hum contently and eat his ham & cheese sandwich. After a few minutes of this (his friends gawking at him and him just being the happy kid he is) Yoongi had had enough and slapped Taehyung at the back of his head.

“Owww hyung you meanie!”

“You like a girl? You never talk about this sorta stuff, is she pretty?” Jungkook asked in shock.

“She’s really pretty- and cool too.” Taehyung said through a mouthful of food. “I spent the weekend at her house, her dad works night shifts so I stayed with her, she only lives next door.”

“You were home alone with her, all night?” Namjoon spoke out, eyes wide. “What did you two do together?”

Taehyung had a slight blush and he laughed a little to himself. This had the boys going a whole different level of curious.

“Yeah, we were home alone all night. What do you mean what did we do together? Er, we went for a walk, watched some movies, then we went to her bedroom and we slept together.”

Jin choked on his milk.

“You two what?” The eldest spluttered out

“Slept together? Yeah we both fell asleep. She fell asleep on my chest it was really cute.” Taehyung said, eyes wide with innocence.

Taehyung’s mind wasn’t innocent, but it took him a couple of moments to realise what he had said, and had giggles for the next few minutes.

“So, you like her? You’re going to ask her to be your girlfriend?”

“Huh? I thought you meant like a girl as in just like. I didn’t say I wanted to ask her out.” Taehyung rolled his eyes, “I haven’t known her that long. I want you guys to meet her, I was thinking we could all do something next weekend”

Hey y’all- this is just an introductory chapter, the first real chapter will be out in a few hours (hopefully!) 

Y/N is blind. Completely blind.

No way to sugarcoat it, to create false hope.

She can’t see a thing, not even the blur of colours, or a bit of white when shes sat next to a lamp. Everything is just black.

She was a playful only child, living with her parents in a small town where everyone knows each other. There isn’t much there in the town though.

Her life was happy, until it was her 4th birthday. Her and her mother were driving late at night, in the pouring rain. A car swerved and hit them, and the car turned over a few times and fell into a ditch. Into the cold rain, Y/N climbed out of her car, and screamed. Her eyes were bleeding a harsh red and she couldn’t see a thing. She could hear her mother’s crying, feel the rain, but she couldn’t even see where she was.

An ambulance came, and her and her mother went to hospital. Her mother had internal injuries and Y/N was blind, whether it was permanent had yet to be tested on. Y/N’s mother was fine and lived (and worked beside her husband) until a couple of months after Y/N’s 12th birthday, when she had caught meningitis and passed away.

So now, she lives with her dad (who works most of the time as a museum security guard) in the small town.

Living in a small town makes it easier for Y/N to live, she could walk around the surrounding streets without help (she had walked it enough to know exactly where the crossings were, even though there was never a busy road to cross). And she could walk to, and around the big park (always wary to stay on the path and not the grass because she’s aware of a lake being there).

She doesn’t have friends. She didn’t go to school and she was scared to meet the towns kids in fear of them bullying her. When she turned 11, she considered starting school and ending her home schooling, but lots of the kids knew about her, and one day when she’d been walking to the shops, she’d heard some snickering about her.

She decided she didn’t want to go to school anymore, and continues to study at home.

When she was 12, she made a couple of friends who lived nearby, but after a few weeks they stopped knocking on her door and she became lonely again.

She’s 14 and a half now, and her she’s never felt as lonely. Her dad keeps taking on extra shifts (she knows how much he loves his job so she doesn’t complain). Her home schooling is only in the morning of 4 weekdays, so after her tutor had left she’s got lonely afternoons to deal with.

There is nothing Y/N wants more than to see- see the world around her, see herself. She doesn’t remember having sight, all of that being lost memories.

Another thing she longs for is a friend.

At night, she prays that one day she will get a donor, and a friend who can be her eyes until she has functional ones of her own.

She dreams of having a friend, someone who shows her around, telling her details. Who sits with her late at night as they talk about nothing and everything. She dreams of a friend who is always there for her no matter what, someone who she can be with through tears, and through laughter.

Independent.

It’s something Min Sora isn’t completely, and maybe never will be. Not while she’s in her current state anyway.

She can do things herself, pretty basic things. But her skills and devotion isn’t shown much to anyone, she prefers to be inside. With no mother, and a father who constantly works, Sora somehow managed to find comfort in being alone.

She’d put on the television, and put movies on to watch. Well- she wouldn’t watch them per say, but she would enjoy to sit there, listening in and imagining what the world could look like.

The gift of sight was stolen from her, when she was four years old. It had been a long day, and storms raided the sky. Her father never saw the other car coming.

CRASH

Sora’s  father had made it out mostly unscathed, but Sora was much smaller, and so lost the ability to see.

This made her feel cold, isolated. She felt as if the world was completely against her at such a delicate age.

No-where felt like home, and she still feels the same to this day. She can’ trust her surroundings when she cant see. Even though years have passed, and she can now walk around the house freely- and she wouldn’t get injured as long as her father didn’t eave anything on the floor. If the table had been moved by even an inch, she’d know. She’d walk straight into it, curse, feel around to determine her location, then continue her journey.

Mina, a girl who lived next door, just a few years older than Sora. Mina would come in before work, lay Sora out a cute outfit for the day, and then leave. Sometimes she’d visit in the evenings too, Sora was very grateful.

_

The cold, harsh wind dishevelled Taehyungs hair as he walked down the desolate street. He’d often leave the dorm for a while, just to go for a little walk, it heled to clear his head of all the stress that being an idol brings.

He often walks the same way, to the end of the block, down the steep road, down the long road of pretty houses, then to the cute café for a coffee to drink on his way home. And most of the time, on the way home he’d sit on a particular bench that overlooked a beautiful landscape.

Today, as he approached the bench, he noticed a figure sat on one side of it.

She was pretty, long black hair cascading down her back. Clear porcelain skin was untouched by makeup, and her eyes were closed. She seemed peaceful. Taehyung sat on the other side of the bench, and he took a quick glance at the girl.

He suddenly felt envious of the coat she was wearing, he had only put on a jacket as he stormed out of the dorm. He wasn’t usually moody or argumentative, but- sometimes living with six guys was annoying. He never got peace. Sure, they’d make him laugh  sometimes, but it was rare that he’d be able to sit contentedly.

The dorm keeps breaking into arguments, and its proboably their hectic schedule that’s drove them to that point, Tension seems to constantly swim in the air, affecting each member in a different way.

Taehyung finds himself taking glances at the girl every so often, she seemed content. Just siting there, staring into the distance. Probably appreciating the beautiful view of the city lights in the darkening sky.

And suddenly, her head turned to face him. But he couldn’t help but feel that something was off. She was looking right at him, but it felt as if she was staring off to somewhere behind him.

Tae shifted uncomfortably and subtly watched as the girl pulled out a beaten, old, flip phone from her pocket. She carefully held the small device before holding onto the number 2 button.

Speedial  

Taehyung watched as she patiently waited for whoever she was calling to answer the phone.

“I’m ready to go home- okay. Thank you.” Her voice was quiet as she spoke, but it was also so soft and sweet.

Taehyung smiled at the girl, and nodded his head at her in greeting as the girl put her phone back into her coat pockets. He hid his grimace as the girl stared back blankly, not even bothering to mutter a single hello to him.

And then she turned away from him, eyes facing the beautiful scenery once again.

No more than a few minutes later, a girl appeared, surely not much older than the already seated girl.

“It’s me- let’s go.”

The seated girl stood up, and her hand was guided to the other female’s hand.

As they walked away, Taehyung decided that ringing Yoongi hyung wouldn’t hurt anything.

His cold fingers grazed over the even colder screen, scrolling until he found his hyungs name.

“Yoongi hyung.” Tae started

“Taehyung? When are you coming back? Jin started to worry,”

“I’m on my way back. Is Jungkookie still mad at me?”

“He’s gone to bed. I’m sure everything will be okay in the morning,”

“Goodbye, hyung.”

Tae closed his phone and put it back in his pocket. He stood up, throwing away the untouched coffee, and started to walk back to the dorm.

Just before he’d walked out earlier, him and Jungkook had had an argument. Tae thought it was highly unfair that Jungkook got to do no chores, and Tae was highly burdened with them.

For some reason, this point offended Jungkook, who began to shout obscenities at Taehyung, who shouted counter assaults.

_

“Did you enjoy it?” The older girl asked Sora, carefully guiding her home (although, she’d probably be okay walking without the others arm wrapped around her).

“Yeah. Thank you.” Sora responded

Mina had suggested going outside to sit and relax, Sora walked her there and back to prevent Sora from getting killed by walking into the road.

Sora was against the idea at first, preferring to sit in her garden. But she found it oddly calming to be somewhere new, even if she couldn’t tell the difference between them- they both felt the same. It was the ssme smell and the same air.

But- she had to admit, at one point the smell changed.

“Was there someone else on the bench?” Sora asked, remembering the relaxing, intoxicating scent of cologne and mint.

“Yeah, a boy who I’m guessing was a couple of years older than you,” Mina said, thinking nothing more about it.