broken guitar - taerae word count: 694 masterlist
He's going to kill me, you thought to yourself as you looked at the sad scattered pieces of wood and wires on the floor that used to be Taerae's most prized possesion (other than you of course).
That guitar meant so much to him. When you guys were in high school, he would work part-time at the BBQ restaurant a few blocks away from your school as well as running small errands for the elders in your guys' neighborhood to raise money to buy his dream guitar. It wasn't just his dream guitar but it was also his lucky guitar. He had won your school's end of the year talent show with it; three years in a row. It was the guitar he used to ask you out your third year, despite your friends telling him that you didn't like those kind of cheesy gestures; you agreed because 1. you kind of had a crush on him already and 2. that was his third time trying to ask you out and if you made him wait to ask you out a fourth time he probably would have gone crazy (literally). And this guitar was the one he used when he had auditioned for the new music competition show; which he ended up winning and got signed under one of the biggest music labels in the country.
Before you even had time to figure out what to do, you heard the pin to your door being tapped in and the door clicking open. That plus the sound of the door closing shut and shoes being shuffled was enough to let you know that you were in trouble.
"Fuck," you muttered to yourself as you quickly shuffled around the living room to find something to try to cover up the mess on the floor.
"Y/N? Are you home?" Taerae asked as he walked towards the living room with his backpack hanging off one shoulder and a plastic bag hanging from his other arm.
"Babe, you're home!" You exclaimed as you quickly stood in front of him in attempt to cover up the awkward lump on the floor.
He raised an eyebrow at you as he moved to try to look behind you, "You're acting weird... What's gotten into you today?"
"Nothing," you squeaked as you continued to try to block him from seeing what was going on.
"I don't believe you. Move," he said as he softly pushed you aside and looked around the living room until his eyes landed on the awkard lump on the floor, "What are you hiding, missy?"
"Pleasedon'tbemad," you said as Taerae pulled the blanket up to reveal what you were trying to hide from him.
He literally had no words. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"I'm so sorry," you started as Taerae stood there in shock, "I don't know what happened. I was trying to clean around the living room a little before you came home and I didn't even notice it was there. I know how much this guitar meant to you and I feel so bad-"
"Stop," he said as you quickly straightened up and closed your mouth before another word slipped out, "It's fine."
"Taerae..."
He turned to you and you could tell he really was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt by giving you a small smile but deep down inside you knew he was pretty upset, "Y/N, it's fine don't worry about it. It's just a guitar."
"You just called me by my government name, it's not fine."
He just let out a small laugh, "I'm sorry. Okay, it's not fine but I mean I'll get over it. What's important is that you're okay. Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?" He grabbed both of your shoulders as he searched your face and body to see if there was any cuts or bruises.
"I'm fine. But are you sure you're going to be okay? This guitar meant a lot to you..."
"But you are even more important to me," he said as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head before pulling you into a hug.
