BTS Imagine #1 - Kim Taehyung (Tae/V)

DAY 1

You knocked on the door to V's apartment softly, hoping you wouldn't wake him up - you could feel the late night breeze behind you at what was just past midnight, and you could see the stars behind you in the reflection of his windows.

"(Y/N)-ah, is that you?", you heard him shout through the door.

"Yes! It's freezing out here!"

"Ah hurry in! It should be unlocked!"

You shivered as your hand embraced and pulled on the cold metal door knob and you stepped onto the fuzzy carpet in bare feet - you hadn't even worn shoes because you were in a rush to see him after going without seeing him for such a long time.

You closed the door behind you and locked it, assuming you'd be spending the night with him again. Walking down the hallway, you hung your coat on the hook in the kitchen and threw your keys on the counter with a loud clangy jingle sound that you weren't expecting, making you jump in the silence of his dark, warm home.

You lightly knocked on his bedroom door and heard him say, "come in," as you pushed open the dark door and saw his face lit up looking at his phone. He wore a dark oversized turtleneck sweater with his sleeves pulled all the way down to his fingertips which were wrapped around the small device that he was staring at with so much interest.

You removed your eyeglasses and the band from your hair to place them on the dresser across from his bed, leaving your hair wavy and long and your eyesight unstable, but you were comfortable.

"Tae tae, can we talk?", you said softly as you started toward him slowly. You were shaky and scared of his reaction, though you were sure he'd understand and do everything in his power to help you.

"Yeah, (Y/N)-ah, what's up love?", he said, still most of his attention on the bright screen in front of his dark green eyes.

You grabbed a chair that he had across the room and pulled it up to his bed to sit in, and held tight onto the seat beneath you as you nervously started your conversation.

"Oppa, please. It's important."

At "Oppa," he bolted upright with no hesitation to look at you, his phone now turned off and on the pillow behind him.

You giggled at his reaction, but soon calmed down to talk to him with a more serious attitude. You grabbed his left hand with your right, staring down at your knees.

"What is it?", he asked, calmer than ever.

"I think..-I need to tell you something. This is something I've had to live with for a while, even since I was a teenager. I hope you can understand that this is something that I haven't meant to keep from you for so long now, but I needed to find the right moment to tell you."

You could feel his concerned gaze upon your eyes, practically burning through you because you hated so much to worry him the way that you were about to.

"I....have anorexia. It's an eating disorder."

As soon as this sentence came out of your mouth, he laced his fingers with yours and traced on the back of your hand with his thumb, ready to listen.

"It's a lot better than it used to be, I'm still able to eat everything that I need to most days, but I lose weight faster than I gain it. I used to see a counselor for it as a young teenager. My parents weren't happy with the disease that I had and wouldn't cover the expenses of my nutrition therapist. I saved up for months just for those few sessions. After I'd used all my savings on them about 7 or 8 years ago, I couldn't go anymore, but I tried so hard to keep eating as much as I should and gain back all the weight that I'd lost. I've looked into sessions and support groups many times over the years, and I can now afford it all. I guess I just never got around to it again."

When you looked back up at him, he had tears streaked down his face, wrenching your heart inside of your chest.

"(Y/N)-ah....oh my god. I'm so, so, so, sorry. I really....had no idea. I don't - I don't know what to say.."

You'd never heard so much concern in his voice as he talked slowly and with so much consideration, not missing a single loving word to say to you.

"I'm sorry," you replied back to him. "I'm really so sorry."

Their was a long silence between you two, but not awkward at all.

"Please let me help you with this," he whispered.

You tugged on your shirtsleeve by your fingers nervously, looking down at your lap again with your hand in his.

"(Y/N)," he said, this time with more tone. Taehyung let go of your hand and slowly and softly lifted your chin with it, looking into your eyes with so much care that you almost fell out of your chair. "Let me help you."

You could feel how much he really cared. He placed his hand on your shoulder, the other still under chin as you slowly nodded your head, the two of you looking at each other with sadness and care, tears falling freely from both your eyes and his.

You felt his hand tighten on your shoulder, pulling you into a kiss. Even though you'd been freezing outside on his doorstep just 5 minutes ago, his lips spread warmth through your entire body and you wrapped your arm around his neck to pull yourself onto his lap, the other on his knee. He wrapped his warm arms around your waist as you sat sideways on his denim-wrapped thighs with your legs on only one side of his body. The kiss went on as you felt his warm tears rolling onto your face, your own falling to his soft sweater that you adored so much.

He slowly slid his left hand under the crook of your knees, pulling away from the kiss and leaning the bridge of his nose onto yours, looking into your eyes, and without even looking away from you, laid down with you still so close to him on his bed. He pulled up the warm covers around you both as your arms and legs tangled up with his, not leaving even a centimeter of space between you and him.

He pulled up closer to you every second, letting you know that we was here, not ready to leave. He tapped the rythym of your favorite song on your back with his fingers as you both laid there together, staring into each other's necks, tears still falling.

Both you and him knowing that neither of you would be sleeping tonight, you repeatedly whispered to him, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," and he never left your embrace that night.

[***AUTHOR'S NOTE***: Hello !! so that was my first chapter - i'm pretty sure i'll divide the chapters by days..anyway, i know this is an incredibly long chapter (i'm sure they'll only get longer lmao) but i really don't wanna miss any detail to help the story along. this probably isn't really even very good, it's my first fanfiction/imagine/story on wp so we'll see how it goes. i'll appreciate comments and feedback, please feel free to give constructive criticism and notes for ways to make my stories better in the future! i do know that eating habits can be a very sensitive topic so i'm trying to keep this as kind and not too triggering if possible. if i go too far into detail with the anorexia, please let me know as i don't want to upset any public. of course not all of my stories will be based on disorders - i'll be making other bts fics if this one goes well, but of course i'll start with one story at a time. thank you so much <33333]