Maybe I should talk to him in the morning, and find out what he'd told her. I wasn't changing my mind, I had to put Tae first, and I just couldn't let him get hurt again over losing someone he had come to care about.

~♡~

DELANEY'S POV

I was pretty devastated. No, that was an understatement. The whole reason for me being here was to be close to Taehyung, and now he thought we should stay away from each other.

I'd seen neither hide nor hair of God the past few days. I decided that I was probably on my own, and would be figuring out the next 3 weeks as I went.

I wiped my eyes, realizing that crying wasn't going to do me any good. I was here for the duration. I couldn't go home early. I was either going to be a baby about it, and pout, or I could be a big girl and pretend I was fine.

I hoped I could pretend I was fine. For Taehyung.

I got up from the couch, going in the bathroom and rinsing my face with cold water. I really had no idea what I would do for the next week. I doubted I would even leave my apartment, because I didn't know my way around. I could probably ask how to get back to the Big Hit building, since I could get home from there, but what if people thought I was just trying to get close to BTS. Besides, no one would probably understand me anyway.

I guess I should be thankful for all the food in my fridge from the first night Tae had walked out, leaving me here crying. I was sure it would feed me for a week, as long as it lasted that long. Maybe I should stick a few containers in the freezer, just to be sure. I would do that tomorrow.

I grabbed my phone, walked to the bed, and climbed in. I swiped it open, and looked at it, debating on whether I should do what I was thinking, or just leave things the way they were. I decided to type something out, and see how I felt about it after I had put it into words.

Taehyung, I want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I won't lie, I am upset. I came here to spend time with you, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you, and my wish to be close to you. But I do understand. I don't want you to have to suffer through another loss, so I will gladly give up the rest of my wish, if it keeps you from being hurt. Unfortunately, I'm stuck here for another 23 days, but I'll do my best to stay out of your way. Thank you for the time you have given me, I will never, ever forget what we have shared. I will cherish every second I have spent with you. Those moments, the memories, will be what gets me thru the tough times. Take care of yourself. Love, Delaney

I read over it, and decided that there really was no reason not to send it. It was the truth, and I wasn't embarrassed or afraid to tell him the truth. 

I closed my eyes, and remembered our night of lovemaking, of being as close to him as two people could get, the heat of our bodies warming each other. I remembered the feel of his lips against mine, his hands traveling over my skin, his palm closing over my breast, and I felt a throbbing sensation between my legs as I ached for him, wanting to hold him, touch him, be one with him again.

I would never forget that night. I hadn't expected anything like that would happen. The most I had hoped for was maybe some kissing, and hopefully a lot of hugs. But sex...had never crossed my mind.

I opened my eyes, looking at my phone again, and then I hit the send button. I figured he probably wouldn't get the message until later in the morning, and even if he happened to get it now, I didn't expect a reply either way.

I set my phone on the nightstand, and rolled over, pulling the sheet up, and closing my eyes again, trying to think sleep, but instead only thinking of Taehyung, and his touch.

TAEHYUNGS POV

I woke up with a headache, positive it was too early to be awake when I didn't even have to go in to work. I looked at the clock on the table next to the bed. It was 11:30am, surprisingly.

I rolled back over, wondering why no one had woke me up earlier, but then I remembered I had locked my door. If anyone had knocked, I hadn't heard a thing. I laid there for a minute, remembering what I'd done last night.

I wondered how Delaney was. I wanted to not care, but that wasn't me.

I sat up, reaching for my phone, seeing that I had two messages. One from Jimin, and one from Delaney. I closed my eyes, almost afraid to see what she had to say.

I opened Jimin's first.

Jimin:

Hey Tae, we all decided to go to Myeongdong to do some shopping. I knocked on your door but you didn't answer. We waited a bit, but didn't want to wait too long. Hope your feeling better. Everything will be fine. See you later.

                                                                                                                                                                  10:05am

I was kind of glad they were all gone. I didn't want to get all the questions I knew I'd hear from them. I got up, and left my room, stopping in the bathroom first, then going to the kitchen to find something to eat.

I sat down at the table, a container of kimchi in front of me, and took several bites before I decided to pick up my phone again. I may as well read what she'd sent, because waiting wasn't going to make me want to read it anymore than I did right now.

I wanted to read it, I really did. But I also didn't. She had every right to be angry with me, and I wouldn't blame her one bit for it.

I opened the message, and bit my lip, closing my eyes after reading the first sentence. This was going to hurt. It was going to make me regret doing what I did. But I opened my eyes, reading the rest of her words.

Delaney:

Taehyung, I want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I won't lie, I am upset. I came here to spend time with you, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you, and my wish to be close to you. But I do understand. I don't want you to have to suffer through another loss, so I will gladly give up the rest of my wish, if it keeps you from being hurt. Unfortunately, I'm stuck here for another 23 days, but I'll do my best to stay out of your way. Thank you for the time you have given me, I will never, ever forget what we have shared. I will cherish every second I have spent with you. Those moments, the memories, will be what gets me thru the tough times. Take care of yourself. Love, Delaney

                                                                                                                                                                             12:12am

I put my phone down and squeezed my eyes shut, the pain in my chest comparable to someone reaching in thru my rib cage, and pulling my heart out. I hated this so much. How could I have put myself, and my feelings, first? She had done nothing wrong. She had made a wish that she never dreamed would come true. She wished for something that would bring her happiness. Why that was me, I don't know. But that wasn't for me to question.

I had told her I wouldn't fulfill her wish, in a manner of speaking, and she was okay with it. Or so she said. I didn't know if she was really okay. But I knew that she would pretend to be. I knew, after hearing all about why she'd made the wish she had in the first place, the things that she'd dealt with, that she was strong. She would handle this, because what other choice did she have.

The thing was, I still wanted her. Not because she wished it. But because she was amazing, and beautiful, and sweet. Because her smile made my heart beat faster, and her lips were soft like rose petals. Because her laugh was like the most beautiful wind chimes you could ever hear, and her body fit perfectly against mine.

I got up, putting the kimchi away, and heading for the bathroom. I took a shower, and got dressed, sticking a few things in a knapsack and leaving my room, heading for the kitchen again. I knew it was the first place they would come once they got back, because they would have food to put away after shopping in myeongdong.

I found a piece of paper, and left a note on the table, then I headed out the door, a smile on my face.

DELANEY'S POV

I woke up around 10am, almost talking myself into going back to sleep. But I knew if I slept half the day away, I'd be up late again tonight, and probably continue the cycle, and then I would be an angry bear when it came to getting back into my schedule for work. So I got up and jumped in the shower, then found another oversized t-shirt, this one white with a dragonfly on the left shoulder, and a pair of underwear. That's what I decided to wear today. No bra, no pants. It's not like I had anywhere to go.

I padded to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and bringing it and my phone to the couch, where I plopped myself down in a very unladylike manner, crossing my legs in front of me and opening up a reading app so I could keep myself occupied somehow.

I searched for an interesting story, trying to keep thoughts of Tae from entering my mind, but not doing a very good job. I finally found a story I thought I could get into, and settled into the couch to read the day away.

After an hour, I got hungry, so I found something to eat, sticking some of the food into the freezer while I was right there. I brought the container of what looked like shrimp chow mein to the microwave, heating it up and carrying it back to the couch, where I settled in for another session of reading, and eating what would likely be my only meal today.

I was enjoying the story, not a care in the world, when I heard someone banging on my door rather loudly. The first person to pop into my head was Tae. Who else knew where I lived, except Min jee, and why would she be pounding on my door?

I realized it could also be a stranger. But what were the chances of that? Honestly, I didn't know, so I got up and tip toed to the door, as the banging continued every few seconds. After about 45 seconds, it just stopped.

At first I was relieved, but then I realized that if it had been Taehyung, he probably thought I didn't want to see him, and he'd left.

I flung the door open, ready to go after him, not even remembering that I was only half dressed. But as soon as it opened, I was met with soft lips pressed to mine, a pair of strong arms going around me as my body was pushed back into the room, and the door was pushed closed with his foot.

I heard something drop onto the floor, and then felt his hands on my head, his fingers curling into my hair as he held me there, his lips moving against mine with urgency.

I hadn't even had time to take a breath, and I needed oxygen, so I attempted to pull away. He allowed me only seconds to suck in a lungful of air before his lips crushed mine again, his tongue swirling with mine, and I could taste his minty toothpaste.

My hands came up, sliding around to his back, palms flattening against him, and I let my body melt into his, having no desire at all to fight against him, even though I had no idea why this was happening.

I let him kiss me, kissing him back like it was the last time I ever would. Maybe it was.

Finally, he pulled away, breathing labored, his forehead pressed to mine, and I opened my eyes to see that his were closed.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong," he whispered. "I don't want to stay away from you, I can't."

I didn't know what to say. I was elated, but also heartbroken. Knowing that in the end he was going to be hurt when I disappeared, it made my heart ache so much. I didn't want that for him. But I wanted him, I wanted him to want me. I wanted this.