Angel
Jimin

"Angel, don't fly so close to me
I'm what you want and what you need
You don't wanna lose those wings
People like me break beautiful things."

A week has passed and Taehyung never called or messaged me. Is this how it ends? He's dropping me like a hot potato this easy? I fumble with my phone as if I'm getting a notification at any minute. The thought of calling him tingles in my fingers. But I stopped myself from running after him. Because it's always me. It feels as if I'm the only one fighting for this relationship.

Am I too eager? I really want Taehyung in my life but does he want me as much as I want him? The past few days confused me. I'm not sure if I should fight for him. All I get is distrust. In a relationship, trust is the basis of everything besides love. Love is a huge word but a good partnership doesn't work with only love. So many factors are involved in a healthy relationship. Trust. Sacrifices. Communication. Respect. Compromises. Loyalty. These are basics but very important.

But me and Taehyung have none at the moment. We need a good talk and I swear if I get the chance I will tell him everything. I want to start at zero. Sooner or later I have to talk to him anyway. God heard my prayers. My cellphone chimes a message. With a quick movement, I unlock the phone and see a message. The excitement drops when I read his name. I wish it would have been from Taehyung but when I open the text message I almost fall out of my bed.

'Are you up? Tae wants to see you. Oh, and a side note, he's drunk. Do you want me to drop him off at yours? Here's Jimin, in case you deleted my number:) '

Shit, Taehyung wants to see me. I type 'Get him here. Thx' and send it. I jump up to look at myself in the mirror and damn, I am swollen from all the crying. Doesn't matter. Jimin said Taehyung is drunk so he won't see me clearly. He has seen me without makeup all the time.

A knock on my door is what makes my heart race and suddenly very nervous. I open the door and see Jimin holding Taehyung around his waist. The man I love has his head hanging down and so is his body. His best friend carries him to the living room as I let them in.

"He's not too wasted, if he was I wouldn't have brought him here. You two should have a good talk." The blonde-haired man slightly smiles while looking at me. I'm grateful he worries about us. This side of Jimin shows me how much he cares for his best friend. Seeing these two reminds me of the times I had with Mary, my best friend, who I lost because she betrayed me.

"Thank you, Jimin." Just a simple word but it means so much. He nods slowly and leaves the apartment as he closes the door behind his back. A moment of silence is needed to gain my confidence as I watch the man who's 24/7 in my head, sitting on my sofa. It's weird to see him. I'm happy he's here yet afraid of the conversation we will have.

Inside my chest is an orchestra of drums, beating a rhythm that shakes my body. My hands are sweaty because I feel so shy and tiny beside Taehyung. He's an important person to me and I don't want to start another fight hence I search for the right words to say. All I do is look at him while his head rests on top of the back of my couch with his eyes closed. On each side lazily rests his arms, his legs spread and relaxed.

I make the first move and softly take his hand, intertwining it with mine. The second our skin comes in touch, his eyes find me already watching him. Feeling his warmth makes my heart almost want to burst out of my ribcage. It's unspeakably frightening how much this man holds a tight grip on me. I know this could be dangerous but that's how I love, giving my everything to the one person I adore. Even though I got hurt in the past, I would do it all over again.

"I missed you!" The way my heart is clenching at his words causes me to squeeze his hand. Name it naive or whatever but hearing it first from him sends shivers down my spine. My body responds automatically by closing the gap that parted us as it craves to be near the man I love.

"I missed you too, Tae!" I whisper carefully as if scared to ruin the mood. Our forehead collides, eyes shut while listening to our breathing. The tip of our noses touches and rubs softly against each other. I missed his scent and the feeling of being next to him. He places kisses on my cheeks that cause me to stop breathing for a moment. The anticipation is killing me inside but when he claims my lips with a kiss, every muscle relaxes momentarily.

It feels like the first time we kissed. Everything around me is forgotten about when I taste his tongue on mine. Lips smashing against each other fills up the room with a smooching sound. The kiss is passionate. Moans escape my mouth when his hand grabs me by my neck to hold me in place. His other hand roams my back up and down while pushing himself against my body.

He tastes bittersweet; bitter because of the alcohol and sweet because he's my guilty pleasure whom I can't escape from. I know I shouldn't give in to this easily but it's hard to resist him yet I know if we want to continue being together, we have to talk. A little push disconnects our lips and Taehyung looks confused at me with his big chocolate eyes.

"Tae, we need to talk first!" The gorgeous man's gaze gets dark when I finish my sentence. It's not a scary look but I know he doesn't like the idea.

"Please, not yet," Taehyung grabs my waist, lays me down on the couch, and hovers over me. His lips cover my neck and shoulders with kisses and little bites. "I need you." He goes down to my nipples and sucks on them hard as I arch my back in surprise. " I missed you." The tickling feeling on my stomach is caused by his designer stubble when he starts to kiss his way down. He usually doesn't grow a beard, it's the first time I see him with facial hair. "I want you!" My underwear is thrown away in one switch move, revealing my lower part naked.

"Tae, please, don't," I beg him softly but he doesn't react at all. The man I love devours my mound, his tongue finding easily the spot where I'm curling my toes at. He knows me too well on this topic. My body is an open book to him and I hate it. I hate it at this exact moment because this isn't what we should be doing or aiming for. Taehyung ain't just sex for me.

A faint memory of Yoongi appears in my mind. It was always like this. Yoongi and I fought, had sex and everything was forgotten. Well, he thought it was okay but I ate all the problems and it stayed inside me. I don't want to repeat the same mistake with Taehyung. This man is so important to me that I can't think of a future without him beside me. "Taehyung, please!"

The frustration grows inside me when he doesn't react to my pleadings. Instead of listening, he goes further and pushes his finger inside me. This feels different as if something's off. "Do you like it when I'm doing this?" He asks, his eyes are dark with an uncertain look behind them. I bite my lip from crying out loud. It's not how he usually would touch me. I don't like it.

"Tell me, where did he touch you?" A thick lump sticks in my throat. He's referring to Jimin and my one-night stand. Embarrassment and shame gush over me. Another finger is added, and his thrusts are stronger and sloppy. "Did he touch you here?" Taehyung's gaze is threatening and his voice is low, almost a growl. Is this his revenge or worse, his punishment?

"Stop it!" My voice is shaking and muffled since I hide my face behind my palms. I feel my tears moisturizing my cheeks and ears. This is humiliating and it pains me because it's him, the man I love, who's bullying me. I already feel bad and dirty for what I have done but he makes it look as if I'm a criminal. When the pain gets too much from his constantly hard thrusts, I try to close my legs making it harder for him to move his fingers.

"Come on, tell me, was he good?" Taehyung yanks my legs open as he continues his torture. "Did he make this pussy cum?" His eyes are focused on his digits pushing inside me. Like a maniac in a trance. My sobs are bursting out, not able to hold back the pain any longer. That's when he finally looks at me. As soon as our eyes meet as fast he stops his movements.

"Please stop it!" I manage to say between my sniffing, "I don't want this, please, I beg you!"

Taehyung immediately stands up and ruffles through his hair while walking up and down. I sit up to cover myself with my nightie. The soreness between my legs makes me want to lay down but I don't. His stomping and huffing are the only noises in the room. It's the second time I get nervous about him being angry. The man is walking to the septum and with a loud thud, he hits the gray concrete wall.

"Fuck!" He's yelling with his deep baritone sound. Blood is dripping out of his knuckles. On the plain gray wall are traces of red stains.

"Tae, what are you doing?" In shock, I instantly walk toward him, grabbing an ice pack out of the fridge to cool his swollen hand. But he extends his arm, signaling me to stay where I am.

"Don't!" Taehyung's breathing is fast, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "I could hurt you again, please stay away." His voice is cracking in between the words. It's breaking my heart to see him fight against the rage of his anger. The man I love is crashing his head repeatedly against the gray septum, punishing himself for what he did. "Fuck, what have I done?"

There's no way I'm going to watch him, that's why I step forward and hug him around his waist from the back. "What the heck are you doing? I told you to stay away!" My action distracts him from hurting himself when he notices my embrace.

"I don't want to stay away from you."

"I could hurt you again." He whispers against the wall but I still hear his sobs.

"You will never hurt me purposely, I know that." When I finish my sentence I feel his muscles relaxing into my touch. I place a loving kiss on his back. Although he's still wearing a pullover I know he felt the kiss since he places a soft kiss on my wrist right after.

"But I just did moments ago." Taehyung turns around to face me. Our eyes seem to find each other as if they're searching for one another. His painful expression is filled with sadness and I know he's sorry for what he did.

"You weren't yourself, Tae."

"That's not true," in one movement he sits down on the floor, and I copy him. "I knew exactly what I did, that's why it's even worse." The man hides his face behind his big hands. Regret is overcoming him. "This is what I was afraid of. I never intended to hurt you but I'm not the man you know when I'm angry. It's as if I'm another person. A very bad person who hurt people. You weren't supposed to see this side of me." It must be hard for him to confess this since his voice is trembling and it sounds very low. "I'm so weak that I can't control it and I hate this personality trait in myself."

Confessing something about your deepest secret takes a lot of confidence. The man I always saw as strong and self-reflected has also a fragile side and can be insecure sometimes. "I don't think you're weak," I take his hands in mine, and a little smile appears on my face when I get his attention. "Thank you for telling me about your anger issues. Don't hide it from me because it'll give you a hard time dealing with it alone. Let me help you go through it. I want your everything, Taehyung. The positives and negatives, good times and bad times, ups and downs; I want them all with you. We're humans with emotions and that's the way it should be. So please show me the, you, without shame.

Tears appear on the edge of his beautiful big eyes, wetting his cheeks with salty droplets. He takes me into his arms. His tight embrace makes it hard to breathe but I somehow manage to lose the weight on my chest by throwing my arms around his neck. Taehyung snuggles his face in the crock of my neck, feeling the little kisses he's placing on my skin. "I'm sorry for acting so childish. You didn't deserve my ignorance and bad behavior."

"It's ok, I understand it now. You just needed time and I will give you that the next time we fight." A chuckle leaves his lungs when I ruffle through his hair.

"Are you planning the next fight, already?" Taehyung shifts back to look at me. His eyes are soft and gentle, just as I know them.

"This won't be the last argument. We will fight and that's ok as long as we talk about it after calming down." An important detail comes to my mind and yet again I get nervous. "There is something I want to tell you about, well two things, to be exact."

The man I love comes closer and holds me by my waist to pull me on his lap. He places a soft kiss on my lips, reducing the stress I feel. "Tell me everything, I want to learn so much more about you, my love." My love, hearing him say my nickname again makes me want to cry with happiness but the fact that I will tell him something that could change our future is choking me.

"Tae, listen, I'm not sure yet, but I didn't get my period." Telling these words was probably one of the hardest I've ever spoken out. Yet the man looks confused at me.

"Okay, and that's good, right?" Just by his facial expressions, I know what he's thinking and that's not what I intended him to think of. Do men always think about sex?

"I'm one week late, Tae. What could that probably mean?"

It takes him a few seconds to realize what I said. His eyes double in size, and his mouth is open but he doesn't say anything at first until he finally finds the words to say. "Are you telling me you're pregnant?"

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