His finger traces my skin, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into mine as I feel chills run down my spine.
"Taehyung." I call out his name, close to a whisper, afraid that someone might hear us.
Why did being with him make me feel so good even tho...
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"Are you sure? I can stay a little longer if you want." Taehyung leaned against the door frame, his fingers drumming lightly against the wooden door.
"It's fine, really." I rest my palms against his chest as I looked up at him. "I don't want to complicate things." I gave him a weak smile and he mirrors it in response.
He leaned in, pressing his lips onto mine and parting after a few moments. "Call me, about anything at all." Taehyung looked at me with worry filled eyes.
I simply nod as I bid him goodbye. The next few hours go by in a blur and next thing I know Aera and my dad walk through the door. No one says a thing, Aera making her way up to her room without acknowledging me while my father sat himself in front of me.
I don't peep a word, fear eating me up for some reason. I didn't know what to say to my father. I knew nothing would make him feel better at this point, what I said earlier at the wedding making things harder for me to speak.
"I'm sorry." I finally break the silence that hung thick around us.
My father craned his neck up, looking at me with hollow eyes.
"I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean what I said just now and-"
"Areum," he stopped me the moment he notices my weak state, eyes brimmed with tears.
I stay quiet as he got up with a sigh, resting himself next to me. He doesn't say a word but instead, wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his embrace.
He sniffled slightly, tears making its way out of his eyes and just when I thought I was all cried out, tears rolled down my cheeks.
I quickly wrap my arms around my father as he broke a little, having no one else to go to.
"Your mother meant a lot to me," his cries softening as he spoke out.
"I know, I'm sorry." I whispered and he stroked my hair, a sigh escaping his lips.
"Losing her is bad enough, I can't have my daughter hate me too." He spoke out after the both of us remained silent for a bit.
"I don't hate you." I quickly say, looking up at him. "Why would you think that?" My heart hurt seeing him in this state.
"We've never disagreed on many things, but about Taehyung-"
"Dad," I stopped him from going on, not wanting him to feel worse.
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, "I get it, you were worried for Aera too. It wasn't your fault. Nothing's you fault." The moment I said this he pressed his lips into a thin line, flashing a tight lipped smile.
