Taehyung's Song • KTH

Eleven

When you arrived at your parent's house your mother opened the door, worry and sorrow weighing so heavily on her brow that you almost broke down in tears. You'd text her from Taehyung's apartment and she immediately said to come home.

You'd talked to her many times over the last 3 months about the struggles with Taehyung. She'd encouraged you to try to work through it with him, she knew that's what you wanted, she always supported you. This time however she heard the brokenness in your tone, she knew you were done and needed a soft place to land.

Over the next 2 months your parents fed you, hugged you every chance they could get, and never brought up anything with the exception of the first evening. You'd decided to not tell them about what Taehyung said. Like you'd told him in your letter you wanted to preserve the happy memories you still had from your years together. If you told them why you'd really left you weren't sure you would feel the same.

At dinner the first night your father didn't pick up his chopsticks right away, both yourself and your mother glanced at him, you'd always waited for him. Your parents didn't run a formal household but it was respectful to his hard work that he begin first at meal times.

"Why did you leave Y/N? I'm only going to ask you tonight, I'll never bring it up again. Did you fight? Did he cheat on you?" You bit into your bottom lip already feeling tears spiking. You'd thought the entire cab ride over what you would say, you hoped it didn't sound rehearsed.  

"We did argue Appa. It wasn't even serious, it was just the last straw. He can't share his feelings at least not with me, he doesn't want to go to therapy and I felt alone in that huge apartment while he shut me out. We're hurting each other, and that's the last thing I want. I just thought it would be easier to leave before we tore each other down." He picked up his chopsticks and began the meal. You swallowed hard and wiped the tears that had escaped away.

"Is he going to show up here?" Your father said it casually, but there was a protectiveness to his tone that you picked up on immediately.

"I don't think so, I doubt that Namjoon or Hybe would let him risk bad publicity like that. I asked him to leave me alone, and I think he will. If he shows up I just won't see him." You'd taken a huge bite of the fish stew and were thankful you couldn't speak as you chewed.

"Are you talking to Jimin or Namjoon?" Your mother knew how close you were with both of them, you guessed she probably wanted to include Sujin, but you also knew she wouldn't.

"I don't plan on it for a while. I think I need a BTS break up." They didn't bring any of them up again.

The time went slowly the first week, constant tears, every conversation an emotional minefield. But the second week was better, you could go an entire hour and not think about Taehyung. It helped that he respected your wishes, he didn't show up at your parent's or your job. By week five you thought of him sometimes only once a day, intensely, but the infrequency helped. By the end of the two months you could go a whole day without thinking about him at all. There were good days and bad days, but good days were happening more often.

You'd just gotten home from work, excited about a slush pile novel that finally showed potential, when your mother walked into your room. She'd leaned into the doorframe, a posture she'd taken every time she was hesitant to tell you something. You'd memorized her mannerisms, they usualy gave you comfort but not this time. You opened your mouth to urge her to continue when she spoke.

"Park Jimin is at the door." You startled when she said it so abruptly. You were expecting to have to pry the information out of her. "He says he has the rest of your belongings and he misses you. He said he'll leave if you don't want to speak to him."