CHAPTER 9

good or bad news?
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Days flew by and before Taehyung knew it, the cherry blossoms had now sprung out, the baby-pink petals filling the streets, the wind gently picking them up making it look like a pink winter wonderland.
As he gazes through the tinted window, the wonderland flashing by his eyes, a small smile spreads on his bare face.

"What are you smiling about?"

Turning his face his eyes fixes on Seokjin who's sitting next to him, his face squishing the RJ-pillow that's planted on the side of the window. His dark silver-grey strands of hair are captured by his signature Balenciaga cap, his eyes drowsy from the nap that he just took.

"You kind of look like a creepy serial killer when you just smile randomly like that, while staring out on the streets." He chuckles, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

Taehyung smiles at him, before taking off his beanie, running a hand through his now bright-blue locks that he still gets surprised to see whenever he sees his reflection somewhere.

"I'm just happy these days." Taehyung says in a low voice, tilting his head back and looks at Seokjin once more.

"I can tell. How come? I won't assume it's because of the comeback that's just around the corner, am I right?" Seokjin winks and sighs a little at the hectic schedule that's ahead of them for the next months.

Taehyung rolls his lips together, the thought of comeback not even bothering him these days. Only one thing was on his mind.

"I finally found inspiration again — I'm motivated these days. I haven't felt like that for a long time." Taehyung bites his bottom lip, trying to hide the stupid grin that's eager to come out whenever his mind circles around Harin.

Ever since they had started going on dates — they had only been on a few, but still — feelings for Harin has blossomed in Taehyung's chest like roses in a colorful garden. Whenever he's with her, all the trouble inside his chaotic mind vanishes and it feels like he can finally breath properly. Harin works like a healing drug to Taehyung, and he already felt like he was addicted.

He thinks about when he had invited her to his lonely apartment in Hannam, how she cuddled up to him, her body so close to his that he could feel the warmth from hers seeping into his bones. His arms wrapped around her smaller frame, securing her next to him, the beating pounding against his ribcage, telling him that the girl captured in his arms somehow already found a way into his beating heart.

"Because of someone special?" Seokjin questions, his eyebrow quirking up at the way too obvious man in love next to him.

Taehyung smiles again before closing his eyes.

"She's very special."

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Gathering around the huge table inside of the white room, all seven group members sits down, their slagged posture showing the lack of sleep for the past weeks time.
Namjoon blinks his eyes fast to keep them open, the burgundy-red beanie holding his ice-blond strands of hair captured.

"Aren't we supposed to be practicing for the SNL show right now?" He then says, leaning back in the office stool he's sitting upon, his eyes darting to Son Sungdeuk who's shrugging his shoulders in response, making all of us wonder why we're really at the Entertainment building right now.

"I don't mind a break from the dance." Seokjin says jokingly, before reaching for the hot coffee on the table, pouring himself a cup.

"I know the choreo — I can do it while sleeping, I'm sure." Yoongi says in a dry voice, his head resting upon his hand.

"You literally can, I've seen it myself." Jimin answers, a wide smile painted on his plump lips as he casts his head back and laughs at Yoongi.

"Yo, when exactly are we leaving for America? I need to study my english hard before we do so." Jungkook asks the staff surrounding us, his brown doe-eyes wide.

"You need to study english, you know?" Seokjin asks in english, making the youngest cackle out loud.

Taehyung smiles as he looks at the members next to himself, his chest warming up at the thought of them still together after so long. They're like brothers to him — and that's the only reason why he's still in the group.
And the thought of that haunted him at night, the guilt of not considering how the fans would react. He feels selfish, so fucking selfish.
He keeps telling himself that the ARMY comes first, the sales come first, the choreography, the performances, their achievements.

But it's all for nothing if his brothers weren't there.

Lost in his own thoughts, the door opens and in comes Bang PD-nim, the boss himself. He quickly glances at all of them, before bowing politely. He sits down, a blue map in his hand that he puts on the white table in front of himself.

"Hello boys. How are you doing?" PD says in a calm voice, but something about his smile tells Taehyung otherwise, like he's about to burst out something that he can't contain inside of himself for much longer.

"Fine."

"Busy."

"Alright."

"Hungry."

The answers differs and PD nods slowly at us before he glance down at the map in front of him, his hand resting upon it.

"Well..." He say,

"I have news."

He pushes the map across the long table, down in front of Yoongi who's looking at him with an eyebrow cocked up, like he's asking for permission to look inside of the map.
When PD nods at him, he then grabs the map and opens it, his eyes scanning the inside.

"What is it hyung?" Hobi asks, his neck almost double its normal size because of him trying to peak inside of the map from across the table.

"Are you for real about this?" Yoongi raise his eyes to meet our boss's once more. Yoongi's eyes are big, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

Taehyung's brows furrows, the confusion painted all over his face.

What's going on?

"Guys, we're going on a fucking stadium world tour!" Yoongi then say and looks at us, how our mouth drops at the sudden news.

"What?!"

"You're kidding right?"

"HOW?!"

Taehyung bites his bottom lip deep in thought, swallowing harsh as the others continue talking, PD-nim explaining in detail.

Taehyung had just gotten used to not being on tour after their last 'Love Yourself' concerts. His mind had been a mess for months — and now just as he had gotten better because of Harin, he had to leave her for another tour for 3 months. His stomach dropped at the thought, knowing how his mental state would go downhill once more.

And how the fuck am I going to explain being gone for 3 months?

"So. When you've finished the comeback shows here in Seoul, you'll head to LA for the first concerts in May," PD says, making Taehyung dart his almost glossy eyes up at him, the feeling of his boss staring at him with a knowing expression in his eyes as he say, "And remember to enjoy it. No matter how you feel — just enjoy it."

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Late that night Taehyung still lies awake, the sheets across his naked upper body sprawled messily on top of him as his thoughts are so loud that he can't sleep.

The sheets are soaked wet from the nightmare he had, the familiar nightmares that he has had thousands of times. Biting down on his bottom lip harsh, he closes his eyes and tries to breath properly, feeling how the well-known darkness sits in his stomach and clouds his mind again.

Not again.

Opening his eyes abruptly, the night clock in his stand flashes the red numbers at him, and even though how much he has tried, he can't fucking sleep.

Grabbing his phone he sighs out, the bright white light making him squint his eyes that are way too accustomed to the darkness.
Typing quickly he reaches out for the only comfort he knows as of now.

Pressing Harin's contact he watches as the phone rings, noticing how his heart skips a beat when her sweet voice responds.

"Can't sleep?"

Smiling sheepishly, Taehyung dries away the stained tears on the side of his cheeks with his other hand.

"No. I've had a rough day. And you?"

"Rough day as well."

Silence occurs, but somehow the persistent breathing from Harin makes Taehyung relax, feeling how his muscles eases.

"What did you want to talk about? It sounded serious." Harin breaks the silence, her voice small as she whispers.

"It's— I have to go away for a while, Harin." Taehyung sits up on his bed, his hand rubbing at his temple.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm— uhm. I have to travel for a few months. I won't be able to see you." He says, noticing how his eyes starts to gloss once more at the words he speaks.

"Oh. Where are you going?"

"America. And Europe also, and—"

"Wow. I wish I could go as well." Harin sighs.

"I wish I could bring you. I can't imagine not seeing your beautiful face for so long."

Silence again. Until faint sobs makes Taehyung's heart break.

"Are you crying?" He asks, his throat dry.

"You've just been so good to me, Tae. I'll miss you while you're gone."

"Don't cry baby. Please, please don't cry."

"I'm sorry, I'm being so overdramatic." Harin chuckles in between her sobs, and all Taehyung want to do is wipe away the falling tears on her red cheeks.

"Don't apologize. I just don't like you crying because of me."

"I'll stop crying, I promise. Your voice soothes me. It always does." Harin lets out, followed by a small sniffle. A small tight-lipped smile finds its way to Taehyung's lips that tastes like salt.

"Good. When can I see you again?"

"I don't know. When do you have time?"

"Set the time and I'll be there. Any time."

"You're such a flirt, you know that?" Harin giggles once more, the sound making Taehyung's cheeks blush.

"Only for you."

"How about the day after tomor—"

"Harin? Hello?"

A rustling sound catches Taehyung's attention, another male voice intruding on their conversation.

"What the fuck do you think you are you doing?" The male says before Harin's voice is close to Taehyung again, her shaky breath making Taehyungs' brows furrow once more.

"I have to go."

"Wait, Harin what is going o—"

— End of call —

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A/N NOTE 💌:
hello guys !! here's the new update in this story. I hope you liked this one. also, do you think taehyung and harin are good for each other? they each have their own personal problems.
and also ... do you think taehyung should come clean about his identity, or do you think harin will be confronting him about that?
ah much to think about. i'm sorry — hope you guys enjoy ✨ much love.

💌 PS. HAPPY JIN DAY 💌