Running From Love

TaeTeuk

SeungHo97

“Stop!”

Voices from behind boomed at me while my legs burned from the pain. It felt like each muscle was groaning loudly in exhaustion as I pumped my legs faster.

“Don’t let her get away!”

My harsh breath echoed through the small room. I heard myself pant loudly as my chest tightened up. I grabbed my sneakers and clothes then ran forward, avoiding all the obstacles.

“She’s heading to the exit! Block it!”

Heavy footsteps came from every where.

Left. Right. Behind. In front.

There was no sign in escaping.

I glanced to the railing next to me and stared at the people running towards me. Could I make it in time?

Racing towards the staircase, I flew down, hoping I wouldn’t trip over my feet.

The patters of feet raced towards me as I spun quickly, avoiding the wall next to me.

Running into the closest room, I slammed the door shut, jamming any types of furniture I could find against the door.

“Open up!” They yelled as they pounded the doors with their fist.

I headed to a door that was across the room. Thankfully, it was unlocked. I grabbed the handle and twisted.

My arm was covered in my blood. The red dripped down onto my white shirt. Putting pressure onto the knife wound, I climbed two steps a time at the staircase.

A large “Exit” sign was above a metal door. My escape.

Having a huge wave of adrenaline flow through me, I sprinted to the door, when I was stopped by a wide framed man.

Shoot.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Please!” I begged while clutching his arm, “Please, let me go!”

Sharp taps of high heels clanked against the cool concrete floor as it approached us.

“Well, what do we have here?” Her icy voice pooled from her sharp lips.

“A person trying to escape.” The man faced her and she snickered.

“Escape? Please.” She scoffed and walked towards me, keeping her eyes on mine. I felt daggers shooting at me by her glares. “What’s your name?” She hissed at me.

“Kim TaeYeon.” My voice came out in a bare whisper.

“TaeYeon.” She laughed quietly and grabbed my arms, digging her nails into mine. “Don’t try to escape again, you hear me?” Her lips were pulled into a smirk as my arm became redder.

“Yes, ma’am.” A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead, waiting for that one word to be heard across the whole room.

“Cut!” His voice finally shouted as she released my arm. “Lunch break!”

Her face turned into a bright smile, completely opposite from her evil grin. “Good shoot today, TaeYeon! See you later.” She waved lightly and skipped behind the cameras.

“That girl…” I muttered under my breath and rubbed my pink-ish arm. “Didn’t have to grab me too hard.” Sighing, I followed the girl backstage, hoping for find something to eat.

The make-up artists fixed the ‘wound’ on my arm while I took a big bite of my sandwich. My legs were still numb after running around the whole set all day. I glanced to my left and saw him with her.

My hands balled up to fists as he grabbed her waist and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. I felt my heart (if I still had one) crumbled even more. I stood up, not wanting to watch the scene anymore.

“What.” My legs were suddenly being pulled towards the couple. Before I could turn around, I was already beside the two. Their love-filled laughter stopped as they saw me approach them.

“Yes?” The girl glared at me, as if I were ruining her life.

“Uhm, we’re about to shoot again.” My hands were shaking by my side as I coughed the words out.

“Oh, okay.” Her cool voice changed when she looked back at him. “I’ll be going now, oppa! See you later.” He kissed her gently on the lips before pushing her away lightly.

“See you, Sora.” His left dimple was clear as day from even where I stood.

Awkwardly, I turned around and stalked away, hoping he wouldn’t do or say anything.

I should have learned that I never get what I want.

His hand was on mine and he spun me around. I shrugged his hand off and looked at him.

“What do you want?”

“To talk to you, obviously.” He laughed and stared in my eyes. I couldn’t help but look away; afraid of falling for him again.

“I don’t want to talk to you, though.” My excuse was weak but it worked. He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.

“Stop acting like you’ve got everything in control.” His eyes drilled holes into me again as I looked away from his beautiful and flawless face. “Because you don’t.”
“Well, you wouldn’t know.” I spoke through gritted teeth. “You’re too busy with Sora, how would you notice anything?”

“If you’re too busy noticing everything I do, why don’t you notice that I still care for you?”

“’Cause you don’t.” Easily, I came up with a conclusion for everything.

“What a bunch of bull crap, Taengoo.” LeeTeuk grabbed my hand and held onto it tightly.

“Let go.” My voice was a whimper as I struggled to escape from his grasp.

“No. Listen, TaeYeon.” His voice was harsh and deep. LeeTeuk’s face was right beside mine, whispering in my ear. “I still care for you, TaeYeon. Don’t stop believing that.”

“Whatever.” I made out, pushing him away, letting my hand loose from his grasp. “Bye, LeeTeuk.”

“Wait!" I groaned and spun around, suddenly angry.

"Don't you remember that day?!" People from the set turned to look.

He stepped closer to me, frown imprinted on his face, and whispered, "What?"

"I said I'd let you go, so can't you just leave me alone?"

"What are you even talking about?" 

"That day when you asked if I'd fight for you." My voice lowered and my heart cracked another inch as the memory set in.

"Would you fight for me, Taengoo?" His finger twirled around a strand of my brown hair.

His chest moved slowly against my head as we both leaned on the couch, watching a horror movie.

"Hmm?" I smiled and looked up at his angelic face.

"Are you going to fight for love or let it loose?" He grinned lightly. 

LeeTeuk's arms craddled me ever so slightly while I contemplated the thought.

"No, I'd let you be with who'd you want to be..." My voice was quiet. He stopped touching my hair and faced me.

"What!?" He pushed me gently up and stared in my eyes. Serious Teukie was here now.

"Wouldn't you do the same? If I found someone else, wouldn't you want me to be happy with them?" 

He sat there in complete shock. "I guess, but still. I thought you'd at least fight for me back." He frowned.

I rolled my eyes and grinned at him. "Aish, you pabo." I smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

"That's irrelevant." His voice brought me back into reality.

"Not barely." I smiled as best as I could, avoiding the pain that hit me every time I did, and patted him on the shoulder. "Good luck with Sora, sunbae."

He frowned again and exhaled "I really messed up, didn't I, TaeYeon?"

I giggled fakely and shrugged, "Yeah, you did."

Walking away, it seemed like I had finally been able to breath in a while.

Everything in me that caused me pain had left.

I didn't care if LeeTeuk had Sora not, I cared that he had someone better for him.

I couldn't help but grin widely as I entered the next scene's set.

I've done it.

I've escaped my cell and now I'm running away from love.

I'm free.

A/N:

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL K LAME ENDING. BUT I QUIT BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE.

SORRY SORRY ;; AND AGAIN, I APOLOGISE FOR THE ANGST. <3 FORGIVE ME.