Park Soomi

"Ugh, why is this so hard!" I grumbled, throwing my pen down onto the table in frustration.

"Still working on the lyrics for the love song?" Yoongi asked, rolling his chair over to sit beside me. Over the last few days, I had grown accustomed to having Yoongi in the studio with me. It just felt natural at this point.

"Yeah, and what's worse is I've filled up my whole lyric book with these crappy lyrics. We only got an instrumental with no words."

"I guess I can try and help—"

"Oh my gosh, yes! Please, please help me." Without even thinking, I grabbed onto his balled-up fists that laid on his lap.

He stared down in confusion at my hands resting on his. I gradually removed them, feeling embarrassed.

"Sorry. I'm really stressed right now. I mean, you can help, right? You must have been in love before?"

"That's a pretty heavy question."

"Well, only if it ended badly, or you've never been in love..." He gave me a look, confirming the answer to my unspoken question. "Oh, I'm such an idiot. God, sorry for bringing it up—"

"Why are you sorry?" he asked with a light chuckle. "So I've never felt that way about someone. Some people just don't believe in love."

"Umm, I'm sorry, you don't believe in love? What's there not to believe in? What about that feeling you get when you're around that special someone? The way they can just make your toes curl and heart flutter with a single look? Or how they just complete you in a way no one else can?"

"You know, for the hopeless romantic you are, it amazes me that you can't write a love song."

"Well, you know things aren't exactly going so hot with Taehyung..."

"Which proves my point. I don't understand what's so great about being in love. What's the point when all it does is hurt you and make you vulnerable?"

My mouth hung agape as he said this. What a pessimistic way to look at things...

"Well, every emotion is enhanced. The pain that person can cause is a hundred times worse than anyone else can, but the happiness is amplified by a thousand."

"Okay, fine. Then focus on those happy moments." Yoongi picked up a notepad and pen, as I gave him a questioning look. "I mean, for the lyrics. Start by telling me how you guys met."

I was hesitant at first, but I soon complied. What other choices did I have?

"Well, I was meeting up with Jimin for lunch after one of his meetings. He was with Taehyung since they had just started a business partnership, and when he introduced us, I remember zoning out because I thought he was so breathtaking.

"I was mesmerized by his eyes, his lips, his very being. And I was so embarrassed when I finally snapped out of it. I guess that was how the first few weeks of our relationship went: him making me into this stuttering, embarrassing mess. But like, a good mess: an infatuated, smitten mess."

I stopped for a second, looking over to Yoongi, who was jotting some stuff down.

"This can't possibly be helping, right?" I asked him.

"No, no, this is good. Keep going. Tell me about the moment you knew you fell in love."

I pondered for a moment, but it didn't take long. I knew the exact moment I realized I fell for Taehyung.

"We were in a stupid fight. At this point, I don't even really remember what for, but I wouldn't answer his calls. One day, it was raining pretty hard, and I didn't answer when he rang the doorbell. Next thing I know, there's a loud pounding on my window.

"I pulled open the curtains and was surprised to see him throwing pebbles at my window, like some cliché from a movie. But of course, it wasn't a movie, and one of the pebbles ended up shattering the window."

My mind replayed the events of that day as I continued telling the story.

*

"What are you doing, Taehyung?" I screamed over the drumming of the rain, running towards him with an umbrella in my hand. He was standing there soaking wet with a box of Godiva chocolates.

"I'm so sorry about the window! I remembered you saying you always wanted a guy to do that for you. I should've known this wouldn't be a good idea. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for everything else." He looked at me, terrified of how I would respond. To his surprise, I burst out into a fit of laughter.

"I can't believe you remembered. And I can't believe you actually did that."

"Does that mean you forgive me?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes. But only because you brought me chocolates," I joked while snatching the box from his hands. I began leaning in for a kiss until he stopped me.

"Wait."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Lose the umbrella."

"What? But we're gonna catch a cold."

"I'm already drenched. And besides, you said you always wanted to kiss in the rain too. Just like the movies."

"Yeah, like that turned out so well the first time." I laughed, looking up at the shattered window.

"Come on, just do it." He grabbed the umbrella from my hand, throwing it onto the ground. I jumped at the feeling of rain, hitting my head and soaking my clothes.

"Oh my god, I hate you!" I screamed while laughing hysterically, slapping him on the chest.

"Yeah, well, I love you Park Soomi." My laughing ceased when those three little words left his lips. It was the first time he ever said that to me.

"I love you too," I said with tears of joy in my eyes.

Or perhaps, it was just the rain.

*

"And then we kissed, and that was the moment I realized I fell in love."

It had been a while since I thought about that moment. It brought a smile to my face and, at the same time, tears to my eyes.

"Are the windows still that easy to break? Just from a pebble? 'Cause that's gonna be a problem." I gave Yoongi a look at his sudden change of subject.

"That all you got from the story?" I questioned.

"Hey, I'm still your bodyguard first and foremost."

"Yeah, yeah, we switched all the windows to reinforced glass after that."

"Good, then back to the song. Look, you've got yourself some lyrics now."

I had almost forgotten why I was recalling the memory in the first place until Yoongi handed me the notepad.

"Wow, these are amazing."

"Of course they are. They're all your words. I just lyric-fied them or whatever."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, struggling to maintain my excitement. I couldn't stop thinking about Taehyung.

"Is there something wrong with them? I mean, they're not perfect, but it's a start."

"No, it's not the lyrics," I assured him.

He made an effort for me to forgive him. Maybe I just need to do the same.

Then, it hit me. I knew how I wanted to make things right with Taehyung.

"Hey Yoongi, can you go start the car? I'm gonna grab an umbrella from my room."

"But it's not raining? Why are you getting an umbrella?" he inquired.

"Not just any umbrella. The umbrella. And it's because I need to go buy a box of chocolates."

*

I let out a nervous sigh, standing outside Taehyung's house with the same Godiva chocolates he had gotten me in one hand, and the same umbrella opened in the other. Yoongi was waiting in the car as I worked up the courage to knock on Taehyung's door.

A few moments later, he answered, his hair a bit disheveled, and his tie loosened around his neck.

"Hey Soomi," he greeted with his mouth slightly agape. He seemed surprised to see me.

"Hey, Taehyung. You haven't been responding to my texts, and I just came here to tell you in person how sorry I am."

"Wow, umm Soomi, I don't know what to say but now's really not a good time—"

"Babe! What's taking you so long?" I was shocked to hear an unknown female voice coming from the inside of the house.

But I was even more shocked to see the owner of that voice: a half-naked girl in one of his dress shirts walking out of his bedroom.

The box of chocolates dropped to the floor, and along with it, my heart.

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{a/n}
I absolutely loved writing this chapter!! Especially the conversation between Soomi and Yoongi heheh.

So I really hope you all enjoyed too!! Please do let me know your thoughts in the comments! 😊💜