12: Regrets

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TAEHYUNG'S POV

I could feel myself falling apart. I was just there on the floor crying, doing nothing about what happened. Why did everything go wrong? Why did he have to hear it what we were planning. Gosh I'm so stupid! And I hate myself for it! I hate it so much. Why do I feel so much in pain right now? Its so unbearable. I can't believe myself.

"Yah! Taehyung are you alright?" Suddenly Jeongguk came in and hugged me. I hugged him back. I needed comfort right now.

"No." Was all I could say.

"Alright. Just stop crying first, and after tell me what happened, okay?" He said gently. I just nodded. For the past half hour I was bawling my eyes out. After a few minutes, I came down, feeling no tears would come out anymore.  He led me to the couch and we sat down. "So care to tell me what happened?" He asked with an eyebrow raised sounding like an overly protective older brother.

"Well... My sister wanted to get revenge on Jimin... For breaking her heart.... And I was too stupid enough to agree with it. She made a challenge that I would come to love Jimin someday, and when I break his heart, I could take him back, if he would want me back. But I don't love Jimin, but I feel so guilty. I shouldn't have done that to him. Maybe I was the only one he really loved and I hurt him. I swear this is bullshit. I can't forgive myself." I explained and I rubbed my face into my hands in frustration.

"Taehyung, maybe you like him." He straightforwardly said.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" I looked at him perplexed.

"I mean, you're sincerely regretting what you've done and you're guilty."

"It doesn't mean I actually like him... I mean... He's been really sweet to me... I don't know... Everyone could be guilty from doing this Jeongguk."

"Well, you've regretted too much. You've cried too much. You've felt guilt too much. I mean if you didn't like him, you would just feel guilty and just move on slowly, but the fact that you actually bawled your eyes out, regretted and felt guilty, can result to you actually liking him. You just don't see it yet." He explained.

I thought about it for awhile. I quickly shook my head. "I'm straight." I deadpanned.

"Taehyung, if you're straight, then why did you let him kiss you? You could've always pushed away whenever he did that to you. That just proves that you might not be straight. There's always a little gay in everyone. Someone just has to bring it out." He lectured. I just looked at him thoughtfully. I just really don't know what to feel or to think anymore. I'm not sure if I'm depending on my brain, because I feel like it. I feel like my heart is saying yes, but my brain is saying no. And in all honesty, I've never even been in love before, so I would never know what to feel like.

"I really don't know what to feel. Jeongguk, you've experienced being in love, tell me how it works." I pleaded.

"Well, I actually haven't figured it out myself. I can't say I AM in love with YoonGi hyung, but getting there, for some reason. All I could just say is that you would feel special every time you're with him, you would feel the comforting warmth when he hugs you, when he makes your stomach have butterflies. Wow, that was so corny, but technically its like that. I never felt that with YoonGi, but I don't know why I'm so insistent I'm loving him...." He shook his head in disagreement.

"I don't know why you are too... Oh yeah... I know something about YoonGi... I know he's dating my sister, but I mean they don't care about each other, my sister is just using him for a rebound for Jimin." I said.

You know, I don't know, I just hate my sister right now... For some reason, even though I shouldn't. I mean it was 70% her fault why this shit happened. But maybe if I hadn't talked so loudly maybe, and if I hadn't agreed to this stupid challenge, I would still be alright now, but no, I just had to accept it didn't I? So I guess we split the fault 50/50.

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