Kim Taehyung - Game of Love

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[Requested by Bunnyjungkook98 ]

- 2 years earlier -
<Your Pov>
"Tae Tae!" You called as you entered the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend Taehyung. Receiving no reply you figured that he was probably asleep. You made your way to the kitchen and made two cups of tea; one for you and one for Taehyung. Placing them on a small tray you carefully carried the hot drinks to your shared bedroom and opened the door. The sight that you were presented with made you drop the tray holding the two mugs onto the hard wooden floor, causing the ceramics to fly across the room, and the hot liquid to pool at your barefeet. Presented in front of you was ypur boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, shirtless and making out with another woman. The sound of you dropping the tea caused the two to pull away and a shocked expression appeared on Taehyung's face. "(Y/N)...I....I can explain..." He said with a shaky voice but you chuckled softly as tears began to form in your eyes. "What is there to explain Taehyung?" You asked as you tried to keep yourself from breaking down right in front of him. "Have fun with what you're doing...I'll come by tomorrow to pick up my things.." You said firmly before slamming the bedroom door and quickly putting on your shoes. Taehyung began to call your name as you hurriedly tied your laces but you ignored him. Just as you made a break for the door he stepped in front of you, his shirt loosely hanging off of his shoulders as he stuttered over his own words: "P-please (Y/N)....l-let me expl-" "There's nothing to explain!!" You cut him off harshly as the tears you'd been holding in finally gave way and streamed down your cheeks. Taehyung reached out to cup your face but you pushed his arm away and looked his beautiful brown eyes. "Kim Taehyung, we're over.." You stated strongly, before pushing him out of the way gently and rushing out of your apartment. You ran all the way to the 4th level and knocked on your best friend's door. She opened it after a moment with a smile plastered to her face. But her smile soon faltered when she saw your face with tears streaming down your cheeks. "Come in and tell me everything.." She emphasised, as you bustled into her apartment, trying to get a grasp that the love of your life: Kim Taehyung.....was a cheater.

- Present time -
<Your Pov>

You'd be telling a lie if you said you'd forgotten about Taehyung. Who could forget someone like him? His rectangular box smile and his witty personality was well and truly not one to forget. However, the hole in your heart that Taehyung had made was slowly healing. You expressed your emotions into poetry and writing, but when that didn't help, rainbow ice cream was always a comfort food for those rough days. By now, you were a blooming new person. Having published your first poetry book, you were able to buy your own house after living with your best friend for 6 months after the break up. She was happy that you had become succesful in your passion, but also that you had grown as a person. You smiled as you snapped back to reality. It was your 2nd author signing that week, and you loved meeting your fellow readers who enjoyed your book, titled: "The Game of Love".  As you signed many copies and had small talk with some of your readers, a little boy approached you nervously when it was his turn. He was last in line and had been waiting over the course of 3 hours just to meet you. "H-hello.." He stuttered cutely as he handed you his copy of your book. You smiled and opened it up to the cover page. "Who should I make this out to?" You asked, and the boy paused for a moment. "My f-father said he'd buy me a n-new game if I waited in line for your s-signing..." He stumbled over his own words and scratched his head to try and calm himself. "You must have a pretty cool father then!" You joked and he smiled. "So what's your father's name?" You asked, patiently waiting for his answer. The little boy fiddled with his fingers before replying in a clear tone:

"Kim Taehyung."

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