#m:kth

and yes you are a crazy one MC, if you’ve been reading this series since day one you’d know our girl here is in a very uncomfortable and unfortunate situation trying to save her long-term relationship with her boyfriend Minho while having the devil incarnate Taehyung around her testing her loyalty and resolve through and through.

[ SPOILERS AHEAD ]

I don’t think I wrote something for chapter two but that part of the story was crucial for you to see the side of Minho, the side that MC failed to see/acknowledge because she was blindly in love with him, as mentioned before he was master manipulator he knows how to play his cards well in order for people around him to bend to his will and give him what he wants and that was proven when MC decided to make things right by talking to him, ask him what’s going on and prove that what Taehyung told her wasn’t true, that he wasn’t cheating on her and I honestly believe he wouldn’t do that, it’s just Tae shamelessly feeding the two poisonous thoughts so they’d end up separating so he could pursue MC because he always knew that they’re the ones meant to be together. she was made for him as he was made for her.

so long story short Minho spilled the truth and told her he knew everything about the abortion and asked her a lot of whys? actually i’d do the same if I was him, even if she’s not ready it’s just right to let your partner know that you’re having a child together, then you make a decision and let them know that this is what you want to do, what you think is best for you, hiding things like this only feed minds with unpleasant thoughts which made it very easy for Taehyung to plant seeds of doubt by telling the kid might not be Minho’s that’s why she didn’t have the heart to tell him of her plans. but surprise surprise if you thought it was such a sweet moment that the lovers reconciled I viewed it as Minho using the opportunity to pin her down and clip her wings, I truly pity her for not having the voice to tell what she truly feels because Minho was comfortable, they’ve been together for so long it only made sense that they marry eventually even if it wasn’t what she wanted, it was so painful to watch her slowly die on the inside, but also frustrating to know that she was also falling for the wrong guy.

she wanted Taehyung probably because he was similar but also different from his twin, he gave her the attention she wanted, he made her feel things she can’t remember getting from her lover, things were wild when they all got together under one roof, everything escalated quickly and the next thing that happened Minho and MC got engaged and it only put more sinister thoughts in Taehyung’s head he didn’t act out immediately but he had plans, MC added fuel to the fire by wanting to know directly from Tae whether he had feelings for her and then everything just went downhill and he was gone the next day (scenario was wild because MC what are you doing honey?? you okay? please stop playing with fire). 

if you’ll re-read from the start you’ll know that MC here is equally manipulative in a way because of what she’s done to Taehyung, sigh everyone’s just wicked in a sense so here they are MC and Minho back together and planning their wedding and Taehyung found someone new to plaster his broken heart, poor new girl for being dragged into this mess, Tae exactly knew how to push MC’s buttons, time may seem like it wasn’t on his side but it only proved him that his patience even though it was testing him was what he needed and true enough it brought MC to his studio way too many times and waiting for her to go away made her yearn for him more and then they meet again and here goes our MC falling into another trap by Taehyung, she really needs someone to guide her jghaksjdgdfhgkd I was kinda happy that she’s finally being true to herself and accepting it’s Taehyung she wants and she will get him no matter what even if it means breaking Minho and Yumi’s hearts, but just when you thought everything would go smoothly MC wandered around and saw the photos that proved she’s been stalked and put two and two together that Taehyung’s feeling were true but also creepy and she needed to get away from him before all hell breaks lose, but unfortunately for her she ran out of time and who know what’ll happen next, idk if she’ll be kept hidden somewhere or if Taehyung would go to Minho and ruin MC then they’ll be together idk there are so many possible scenarios in my head rn but all I know is MC is regretting everything at the moment and if she could go back she would probably never ask for Minho’s number when he saved her.

“It’s official. Our shop is now live….” you lean back in your cognac chair, eyes a bit dazed as you scroll listlessly over the ten images the two of you have spent the last month and a half agonizing over. “Should we have picked a different name?” You look up at him, worried.

“Absolutely not.” The set of his brows is firm, he’s not going to let you talk yourself out of this again. But his eyes, those warm sweet mocha eyes are as kind as ever. When he catches you staring, he smiles and sets his large hands to gently massaging your too tight shoulders. “Mercy, woman. We haven’t even made a sale yet. How do you already have the tension of a 60 year CEO?”

“Talent, I suppose,” you shrug flippantly, a heavy sigh floating from your lips. Your fingers cover his and squeeze, searching for the kind of comfort only your best friend could give. “This is a good idea right? We won’t regret this? It’s just… we’ve put so much work into it. So much time. What if it—“

“Shh. We’ve talked about this.” Taehyung has pulled your chair back from the table, coming to hold your hands properly as he squats in front of you. He is entirely too tall for this, but it’s comforting nonetheless so you don’t fight it. He looks directly in your too wide eyes and smiles. It’s the sort of smile a parent makes at their child who’s scared of a monster that isn’t really there. “I didn’t decide to do this with you just because you were the only person around, you know.”

A quick head tilt and a scoff on your end have him chuckling again. “This is your pep talk? I think I felt better before.” Your incredulous brow is lifted as your eyes fall away from his.

“It would be if you’d stop interrupting, silly.” One of his long fingers taps you on the nose, and you fight back the grin blooming on your lips.

“It hasn’t even been open ten minutes yet, give it some time. We’ve got this. We’re just going to try. That’s all this is remember— our first try. If it goes well, that’s incredible. If it doesn’t, we regroup. But if it doesn’t take off right away, it’s not because you and I aren’t talented, got it?”

Your eyes still won’t meet his as you nervously chew your lip. Signing, he grips your chin and tugs your face toward him. “Look at me. Got it?”

Those big brown eyes of his always look so calm, so certain. You wonder if anything can shake him. You’d hate to see how fearsome a thing would have to be rattle Taehyung. The thought makes you shiver then sigh.

He’s still looking at you expectantly, you realize. His fingers are still lingering on your skin. His elbow still leans on your knee. And you still need to remember to breathe.

“Okay.” It comes out as a heavy exhale through your nose. You aren’t certain about this at all. It had seemed so much easier in the abstract as a simple idea floating between you and Taehyung one dreadfully boring quarantine afternoon. But now it was real. There were real hopes and dreams and time and money you didn’t have to waste invested in this now. Taehyung is capable. No one would ever doubt that. You were the one you were worried about. What if no one bought the things you two were selling ? What if you weren’t talented enough to keep up if they did? What — “ow! What was that for?”

Startled, you press a soothing palm to your now radiating forehead. Taehyung had just soundly thumped you between the brows, and if his body language tells you anything, he is entirely unapologetic about it. “I know you, you’re tearing this to shreds in your head before it’s even really started...c’mon. We’ve got this. We’re us. We’re y/n and Taehyung. It’s going to work. Somehow. Promise.” His smile makes his eyes crinkle. It’s adorable and endearing and makes you feel slightly less murderous about the bump you assume is forming between your eyes.

He stands to his feet, brushing non existent dust from the thighs of his wide leg slacks. He’s got a white, vintage led zeppelin tee cuffed and tucked into the narrow waist of his camel dress pants, as usual looking entirely too effortless for anyone two and a half months into quarantine. You’d be tempted to be jealous of his never ending state of good dress if it didn’t bode so well for your business.

Graciously, He extends an open palm to help pull you up before scooping you into one of his trademark bear hugs. It’s warm there, pressed to his chest like this. It’s hard to complain while this thoroughly soothed and he knows it. That’s why it’s his favorite method of shutting you up. Or as he much more gently puts it, soothing your nerves. He smells cozy like the tonka bean cologne he bought in Paris last summer. The one he only wears on the most special of occasions. Which, you suppose today is. He buries his cheek into the dense cloud of your messy bun and squeezes all your protests away as his forearms grip beneath the set of your ribs. When he holds you like this, it’s impossible to fight his optimism. So you don’t.

“Is it really going to be okay?” You murmur. The words float between you, hovering so long you think the cotton of his tshirt has absorbed them. He inhales as he prepares to reply, his chest rising, lifting your cheeks along with it when the sudden ding of a tiny bell has both of you whipping your heads around to look at your laptop.

There, in the corner of your screen. Your first order has come through— one cream canvas tote bag and a set of pearl earrings.

Your eyes flash glazed and teary up at him, only to find his fond gaze already watching you. It’s tender and warm, and you feel his shoulders give in and drop as he holds you. You realize then that he’d been holding his breath too. He’d been as nervous as you, but chose positivity and comforting you instead. You’re touched. A happy tear glistens on your cheek as you realize you couldn’t have picked a more perfect teammate to pursue your dreams with. Wrapping your arms around his narrow waist, you give him a strong, substantial squeeze before nuzzling safely back into the center of his chest.

“You were right, Tae,” you sniffle. “We’ve got this.”