Taehyung

"Taehyung. This is Hyesoo, still remember her?" Hyesoo's father, Park Kyungsoo motioned the girl who wore a black full skirt matched with a pastel fitted top. Of course, who wouldn't remember that face?

The beauty that has captivated every kid on the playground who held the innocence to be indulged by her certain kindness.

Her name is Park Hyesoo, a girl I knew ten years ago.

"Ofcourse, I remember her." I grinned wide and shook Mr. Park Kyungsoo's hand politely. Then I swung my head to Hyesoo and offers her an arm to cling on.

For a moment, I felt that she was hesitant. But she still managed to gain composure and clung to me, "Wow, time's passed, huh?"

"Obviously." I smirked. "You even think it was awkward to hold a guy you once trusted your life."

Her smile tightens as she loosen the grip from my arm. "Is that how you welcome your old friend coming from China?"

"Oh, so now you're my old friend?"

"And how would I call you then?" She shot back, cocking an eyebrow. "A bestfriend who hated me before leaving?"

"Can we not talk about the past?" I let out and exasperated sigh before trying my best to look at her and smile.

"You are a memory of my past." She answered, "If we don't talk about it, we have nothing to speak of at all."

"Alright." I nodded. "Then atleast first, stop talking informally. You're making me nervous."

"Well, we've been out of touch since the day I left." She looks from her foot up to the ceiling, gracefully walking at the carpeted floor like she's the queen of England. "Do you expect me to talk to you like I do to my cats?"

"To your cats?" I grimaced, curving one side of my lips into a smirk.

"You