Why I love BTS ^

Taehyung's POV.

"You're awake."

I jerked my head up to the direction of the sound, regretting my decision as a dull pain begins to bloom over the base of my neck.

My eyes widened as I recognise the man standing before my bed, his eyebrows brows pinched together in worry.

"Baekhyun hyung?"I muttered.

A wide grin tugs at his lips as he nodded,"Glad you remember me, TaeTae."

To say I am shocked is an understatement.

Back when we were young, Baekyhyun and I had been extremely close. We had been the bestest of friends, constantly pesetering each other yet also sticking to the other's side. After leaving high school and stepping into collages our friendship had begun to stutter.

Baekhyun had started to live in London to study deeper into the field of medicine, which meant that the amount of time we saw each other had decreased alarmingly. With the different time zones and schedules the both of us barely had time to catch up, and soon our friendship ebbed away, slipping down the drain.

I had been disappointed at first, guilty even. I had tried contacting Baekhyn again but after the repetitive no answers I had let the case come to a halt. But as I sit before him, the familiar feeling of guilt tugs uncomfortably at my stomach.

There is an uncomfortable silence as we both wait to see who will speak first.

"How'd you find me?"

Baekhyun suddenly frowns, a look of absolute repulse and hate etched across his face. For a moment I am worried that it is directed at me.

"Chanyeol called me."

Chanyeol hyung was simply a member in the crew of behind the scenes for BTS. He and I had started a quick friendship ever since I had debuted. Yet, we never extremely close. However, I appreciate his concern for me ever since the members had begun treated me like dirt under their shoes.

My eyebrows furrowed together,"But how do you know Chanyeol?"

A guilty smile curves at his lips and his eyes flicker down to the floor.

"Yeah about that..."he trailes off.

Baekhyun cleared his throat,"I couldn't exactly leave my best friend without any knowledge about all the stuff that's going on in his life."

A smirk begins to grow on my lips as I comprehend what he is to say,"Hyung!"

"I'm sorry! Chanyeol was just more than willing to provide me with information about what was going on, and I didn't think you wanted to talk to me."

I frowned, glancing down at my fingers, nervously intertwining them in my lap.

I open my mouth to apologise but I am beaten to the task.

"I'm sorry Baekhyun hyu-"

"I'm sorry Tae-"

We both halt, as we look up at each other. Baekhyun chuckles, shaking his head. A comfortable silence hangs over us as we simply appreciate the other's presence.

I am the one who slices the silence, my voice barely over a whisper,"So you know about the...members?"

His reply is short and sharp, tone cold,"Yes."

"Oh."

The air around is heavy. Almost daunting.

"Why do you stay with them if they treat you like that!"he sighed frustratedly, running a hand through his hair.

I keep my eyes fixed on my fingers, watching as sweat begins to line my palms.

"I-I...don't know."

And I really don't.

They treat me terribly yet I still hold onto the small flicker of hope that someday. One day they will regret their actions and take me in as one of their one.

I know it's pathetic. I know that what I am doing will only leave me more hurt in the end, but I just wish. Hope that it wouldn't have to end in heartbreak from my end.

Baekhyun pursed his lips, looking away.

I take note of his clenched fists.

"Did you fly all the way from London just because of this?"I asked, afraid that if I let the silence hold on any longer he would blow up.

"No."he admits,"I actually landed here last Friday. I was planning to surprise you this weekend but then Chanyeol - "

I cut him off, feeling the topic to painful to discuss,"Yeah."

He nods, sending me an encouraging smile.

"I've actually finished my degree and I'm now here to stay."he grins, proudly, puffing out his chest.

I can't help but smile widely with him,"Really?!"

His eyes soften as they set down on me, and he smiles, nodding,"Yes, really."

Again, no one speaks as we smile at each other. Baekhyun is the first to move.

He strides forward, pulling me into his chest as his arms wrap around me. I smiled, snaking my arms around his waist, burrowing my head into the crook of his neck as I closed my eyes.

"I missed you, TaeTae."he whispered, humming lightly.

"I missed you too."

And we stay there, maybe for a few minutes. Or even hours just holding each other.

Nothing can touch us there. Nothing can hurt us.

All I can do is appreciate his presence, allowing him to slowly wipe away the hurt I had dealt with for years.