My Idol

forty two

She looked right into my eyes, and her lips curved up slightly in a sad smile. "I'm sorry Tae, so, so sorry. I never should have left you. I love you, and I hope you can forgive me for hurting you." A tear rolled down her cheek, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching up, and catching it with my thumb. It was wet. It was real. She was real. I wasn't dreaming.

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You woke up, realizing that you had fallen asleep in the chair even though you'd tried so hard not to.

Then you noticed Taehyung, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you. You wondered if he'd seen you at all.

You watched him for a few minutes, seeing him stretch his arms over his head, your eyes wandering over his shoulders, down his back, to his waist.

Your ears perked up when you heard him speak, trying to make out what he was saying. "You love acting, pabo, so just act like your fine..."  It sunk in that he was talking to himself.

You wanted him to know you were there, that you'd come back to him. 

"Taehyung" you whispered, waiting to see if he would turn around. But he didn't. You saw him freeze, just for a moment, then his shoulders slumped, his head dropping.

He stood, but he didn't move, and you wondered if maybe he thought he must be dreaming.

"Tae, I know you can hear me, and I know you probably think your dreaming right now..."

"I am dreaming, you left me, and I know you aren't really here," he whispered.

God that hurt your heart, because you had, foolishly, left him. You took a breath, and slowly stood, then walked towards him, coming around the end of the bed, and going to stand right in front of him.

You looked him right in the eye, and his jaw clenched, his expression changing to one of anger. The corners of your mouth turned up a tiny bit, a worried smile on your lips.

"I'm sorry Tae, so, so sorry. I never should have left you. I love you, and I hope you can forgive me for hurting you."

A tear rolled down your cheek, and his hand came up, his thumb catching it.

His face instantly registered surprise, before his expression softened, the anger gone.

"You're really here," he whispered, his breath catching in his throat.

Your smile grew, and then you felt his other hand at your waist, sliding around you, pulling you close to him. His eyes filled with tears as he gazed at your face.

"You came back..." he murmured, "I'm not dreaming."

"You're not dreaming, Taehyung... and as long as you still want me here, I'm never leaving again."

His lips parted slightly. His hand that had come up earlier to catch your tear was still there, his fingers resting lightly against the side of your neck. His thumb, which was still on your cheek, moved...to slide across your lips.

You saw his tongue come out to wet his own lips, and he leaned in, his lips meeting yours sweetly, your heart exploding with happiness, relief, and so much love.