chapter three

The Only

Cause it's you

 

I've been taught nothing but a lesson of algebraic expressions, and the sole unimportance of engaging in ice-breaker games and explaining the stupid syllabi. The only thing that refrained me from jumping off the school's rooftop was the fact that the day was extremely close to ending, and well, the door to the roof was locked. 
 

Bummer.
 

I don't think I've ever been so excited about going home in my entire life.
 

Home
 

It's almost laughable to imagine.

The feeling that goes along with the term has become unknown and meaningless. 
 

Sometimes, I feel like it's forever; the constant battle of being okay again. There're other times when I have hope, like any other human being would. I don't know if the accident changed me for the worse or if this is necessary in order for things to evolve into something greater. I wish I could have a head's up, because life's been harsh.
 

Perhaps, I must be the one to take the next step, so I can be better. It won't happen on its own. 
 

All I do is drown in my own misery. 
 

Thing is, when I come to that conclusion, I don't think I'm strong enough.

Then again, I never gave it a try.
 

That's enough negativity for now. On a way brighter note, I was content with the fact that I had a phenomenal instructor for my English class. It's one of my favorite core classes besides math, so I appreciated that one thing could turn out right for me.
 

Mr. Cid was different, and I don't mean that in a negative way. He's the most laid-back teacher I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. The guy waved off teaching the syllabus and simply passed it out for us to sign. I'm not sure if it's breaking the school's law to put it aside, but I don't think he cares. Not like I minded. After all, it is his class and his rules written on paper. As students, we must sign it either way. 
 

With a thin toothpick sticking out of his mouth, he leant us all a decent-sized book that compiled of different excerpts from stories and a separate section of poems. It was on the reading list. He assigned the first story called Wildwood to be read during the remainder of the period. I was all for it, considering that it coughed up the plot before it could have the chance to bore me. 
 

If we're talking about peace, contentment, and favorite classes, I can't say the same for science with Mrs. Asuna. I've never met a woman so spiteful in my life, and although I've met many under the same spectrum, god, was she horrible. 
 

Sometimes I wonder why people choose to be teachers if they find it so displeasing. I wouldn't even consider teaching this generation, because the fact of the matter is that we . Jesus, if Mr. Heechul and Mrs. Asuna joined forces; they'd start a whole damn war. I swear, they'd be unstoppable with how much hatred they display upon their students.
 

That is, unless, it's the class president. 
 

Speaking of class president.
 

The authoritative shrill of Mrs. Asuna's stone-cold tone and her nasty glower wasn't the only thing that caused a storm of annoyance to bubble up my emotions. I wish her scornfulness was all that I had to deal with, but no, the world is one hundred percent against me. It's been calculated. At this rate, my mental state will never be at an equilibrium.

Why?
 

Well, the spectacular class president, Bae Joohyun, had managed to share the same period as me. I couldn't focus on anything except for her, and it really hurts to say it. I may have glanced in her direction one-too-many times. I don't think she caught me ogling. If she did, it would've been awkward.

I was mostly stuck in some sort of awe about her. Not an awe of admiration, but a quizzical awe. It was a constant wonderment of who she is and why she irks the out of me.
 

Was it because she had a significant effect on me, or was I just trying to find a reason to dislike her?
 

I don't know, and I don't care, but at some point, I'd like some reasonable answers. All this weirdness that I'm feeling can't be all for nothing. 
 

Throughout all the hectics that compiled during the day, last period with Mr. Eraqus strolled around the corner quicker than I had anticipated. His class signaled that school was on the brink of ending, and that meant I was free to do whatever I wanted afterwards. One of those things was to take a nap. A long awaited one. 
 

Before gym class began, I stripped away my jacket and left my shirt on. In replacement of my trousers... well, I can't say I came totally prepared so that's what I was going to be forced to deal with. I better not hear smack from Mr. Eraqus either. I swear, I've received enough snarky comments for the day.
 

The entire class exited the locker rooms in spurts before herding as one on the bleachers. I mustered up a look of displeasure at a few findings. Having Jimin and some of his friends in this class was rather unfortunate, but Mr. Eraqus instructing us to round up for stretching and conditioning was the worse news of them all.

In more specific terms: exercise that pertains to running and enhancing endurance. My lack of proper attire made my hatred for today's activities to heighten to an astronomical level. No, I'm not exaggerating.

See, I may not resemble a total stick, but I don't work out or frequently exercise like most of the dudes in this class. I hoped that Mr. Eraqus was not planning on going overboard. By definition, I'm an athletic guy, but I fancy the idea of art more than athleticism.

Allowing my body to relax, I propped both my legs onto the bottom step of the bleachers, crossed one over the other, and laid on my back. I threw my arms behind my head and shut my eyes closed, delving into a far-off reverie. This position was uncomfortable, but my sleep deprived mentality didn't care. 
 

Instead of being the blandest person on earth, I was carefree back in my old town. I smiled without forcing the gesture. No one got on my nerves within the first millisecond of a conversation, much less their presence.

I used to think that I cherished the life I had very well, but I can't say the same for now. 
 

My only wish is to go back in time and appreciate what I had better, or more specifically—my parents. I wasn't awful or disrespectful towards them, but I wish I told them that I loved them more often. I was never good with words, or leaned towards showing affection, but I feel guilty for not saying it more often. They were my parents. 
 

"Whoever does not have proper uniform that pertains to physical activity will be given a zero for the day," Mr. Eraqus announced. Great, another teacher that thrives off ruining their students' day and grades. I have to say; I love the school's choice in staff. Sarcasm fully intended.
 

I perked my head up and peaked with one eye open to find Mr. Eraqus' line of sight directed straight at me, which, in fact, was quite startling. He had midnight-black hair that shrouded over his dark grey slits of eyes. Even though he was using me as a bad example in front of the whole class, I must admit, he had a snazzy beard that I couldn't help but compliment. Around his neck was a lanyard with a whistle attached to it. Typical. He held a clipboard in his left hand and placed in his opposite hand was a baseball.
 

"So, does that mean I don't have to participate for the day? I already have a zero, anyways." I said, making a joke. I knew what the answer was: a solid no. I glanced over to the left to find Jimin and a couple of his other friends chuckling and chatting in quiet whispers. That Bogum guy on the other hand was straight-faced, his attention right on me. Awkward. 
 

The majority of the class had nothing better to do than to just stare intriguingly at the conversation between me and Mr. Eraqus, soaked in the moment. Their heads flicked back-and-forth between the two of us, similarly to spectators when a game of ping-pong had commenced.
 

"Let's not get too comfortable now, Mr. Kim. Participation counts for another part of your grade as well." Mr. Eraqus warned, gesturing for me to readjust my posture. I let out an audible sigh, forcing myself to sit normally on the bleachers. 
 

I straightened my back as he continued to stare sternly in my direction, but I avoided his gaze. Do I look like the type of student that must be targeted at every given moment? Or, did Mr. Heechul inform his teacher-friends to purposely set me up for disaster?
 

"Now that attendance is done, go on and circle up on the field. Start stretching and try not to converse too excessively. This is gym class, but you should treat it like every other in terms of seriousness. It is not a free period. I will give you a zero if there's any fooling around. Got it?"
 

"Yes, sir," the class nodded and replied in a weirdly robotic way. 
 

The students took off into a steady jog towards the center of the grassy field. That's my cue. Together, we circled up in a cohesive formation. 
 

Sooyoung insisted she would have the title of captain for stretching, so she could lead everyone. Not that it mattered to me, anyways.
 

Pfft, better you than me.
 

Sooyoung took her job seriously. We must've done a multitude of stretches for each arm and leg. Not to mention she was counting for a minute on each ing limb.

We even stretched our goddamn wrists and for what? Last time I checked we were running, not doing handstands for forty-five minutes straight. If I said anything about it, I would've been sassed by some know-it-all like, "A great athlete makes sure every part of their body is stretched out before they do any type of physical activity."
 

Now, if we were competing in the Olympics or a goddamn championship, it'd be a different story.
 

"Yo, new guy!" I flitted my focus to the sound of the chirpy tone. It was who I recalled being Jin. Incoming was a baseball that I miraculously had caught in time before it smacked the side of my face. It's just what I'd expect from a knucklehead of his degree. If I didn't react in time, I would've been an extra unhappy Taehyung, and I'd made sure he knew it. I considered that his intentions weren't to make a joke out of me if my hand-eye coordination was a failure.
 

Jin was in my English class, and although I've never held a conversation with him, I can safely say that he's a total jokester. The event's prior could be considered for that claim. He acts like a class clown or an avid prankster, judging by his recent antics. It's also in the way he carries himself. 
 

To support my argument, he slipped one of those toy roaches on this girl, Dahyun's, seat this morning with the encouragement of one of his friends named Namjoon (?). That little prank caused her to roar in fear and a domino-effect of laughter to follow. It was foolish to say the least. 

 

Besides the fact that he's overly exuberant, unpredictable, and sly, I can't pinpoint anything negative about him. Well, with the exception that he's agitating, of course.

I can spot his obnoxious head of hair from a mile away; it resembled a patch of grass for Christ's sake. I can't say it's totally out of this world, hence how outrageous everyone else's hairstyle can easily overshadow his, but it was still a source of hilarity for me. 
 

I tossed the ball around in my hands a bit, before throwing it back to Jin, who caught it with ease. 
 

"Taehyung," a subtle yet monotonous correction was applied, but it didn't derive from me. I lifted an eyebrow, and peered over Jin's shoulder to find Bogum, his arms crossed over the other as he intensely stared me down. It was as if he was in a mode of judging my existence or critically evaluating my every move. I have no idea which, but it was either one. He was difficult to read, but one thing was for sure: Bogum seems and acts like he has a total stick up his at all hours of the day. He resonates tendencies. Ha. I didn't mean for that to be a pun—It was coincidental, I swear. "His name is Taehyung, Jin."
 

It's nice to think that I don't need to properly introduce myself to anyone. It's like I'm renowned without putting in any effort. Everyone knows my name, so I guess that's the bright side of having a cousin with a big mouth.
 

"Oh, yeah, that's right! Nice catch there, by the way." Jin said. I still don't know what the point of the throw even was. "Think of it as a test."
 

Perplexed, my eyebrows drew forward. I couldn't help, but ask in a sarcastic manner, "A test of whether or not I could catch a ball?" 
 

Or, was it a ploy to make me a laughingstock?
 

I caught a glimpse of a small smile force its way upon Bogum's lips, but it disappeared in a matter of seconds. His unreadable yet seemingly displeased countenance took its place. It appears he tends to hide his true emotions. Maybe Bogum and I are similar in a way. 
 

"Yeah, swear." Jin chuckled nervously. He's lying. He's intimidated by me. I wager that's not a bad thing though. I don't want any tricks played on me.
 

As I nodded rather slowly, I attempted to grasp his point, which I'm sure is there, but he at vocalizing it. 
 

"Wait, I just realized I haven't introduced myself—my name is Jin," there was no need for him to do so. Hello, context clues exist. He tipped his head towards his emotionless friend and nudged him, "—and this is Bogum. Don't mind the pissed-off look on his face; he's having issues with his girl—OW!" 
 

Jin rubbed the arm that Bogum distinctly jabbed a harsh punch to, before reminding, "You have the biggest mouth, you know that? Stop spreading that around like wildfire." 
 

"Hey, I didn't say much!"
 

"You said enough, and it's not like he cares to hear about it."
 

Kudos to that statement.

Important question: where in the hell is Jimin? He's supposed to guide these two away from me and entertain them himself.

I sighed inwardly—Jimin's speaking to Mr. Eraqus across the field. 
 

I shifted my weight on the opposite foot, blew out an awkward sigh, and commented about the apparent reasoning behind Bogum's downcast expression,

"No need for any details, but, uh, yeah, that ." I didn't know what to say. I can't say I understood or related to Bogum's current problems, whatever extent that they may be, since I've never had a relationship with a girl, let alone any issues with one. 
 

"See, no big deal." Jin gestured, but Bogum continued to grumble to himself. "So, Taehyung, jumping back on the previous topic, you look like an athletic dude. What's your take on baseball, huh? Are you interested?"
 

His tactics made sense now, I guess. If only he could've mentioned that first. But, even now, I drew a short blank on his question. No, I was not the slightest bit interested on joining the team. That wasn't even in my train of thoughts. Baseball is great, but I didn't have much of a 'take' on it. Sports aren't my thing.
 

Bogum sighed, but he eyed me for the answer I'd soon give. It was almost as if he was interested in knowing. The reasoning to his intrigue was out of my range of interpretation.
 

I cleared my throat, calibrating a half-hearted reply, "I've done some playing, but I haven't given it much focus."
 

Jin jumped optimistically at my words, as if it was positive in any way. Damn, that was the wrong answer to give.

"But the real question is: are you any good?"
 

"Uh..." I'd like to think I'm on the spectrum, but at the same time, I don't want to give him hope. I can tell he likes to pester, and I loathe pesterers. "It's been awhile, but—"
 

"You should come to tryouts next week," Jin encouraged, interjecting my response before it barely began. It feels like I've said one thing the entire time I've been standing here. Taking advantage of my silence, he continues, "You can show the guys what you got!"
 

"Jesus Christ, Jin," Bogum mumbled, almost irritated. He pinched the bridge of his nose. It was like he knew that I wasn't interested in playing baseball.
 

"What?" He exasperated, "we need all the help we can get for districts."
 

"I get it, but we're not desperate."
 

"Yes, we are," Jin scoffed. "Our team ! Jungkook and Sungjae strictly said to recruit. We have a chance at winning districts this year if we gather the right people."
 

At least Jin is brutally honest. Then again, being honest doesn't give me much care to give. 
 

I had almost forgotten that Jungkook was the captain of the baseball team. He carries a goddamn bat and ball around, as if he's going to partake in a game in the middle of class. I scoured my memory for any mention of a 'Sungjae'. I don't think I have any knowledge of him. He's in none of my classes.
 

"Whatever," Bogum bluntly mumbled under his breath.
 

I don't know who the girl in Bogum's life is, but she's been a real dead-weight for his attitude and ability to be the least bit expressive. In a positive way, I mean. It's not like I'm super enthusiastic myself, but it's an important evaluation. It supports my argument about women, love, relationships, and all the above. It's unnecessary and meaningless! 
 

"So, how about it, Taehyung?" Jin asked, like the bothersome guy that he naturally is.
 

Before I could scrounge up a convincing lie, my silent prayers were answered: Jimin broke out into a sprint to rejoin his friends as Mr. Eraqus' whistle blew across the field. Those unaware jumped at the alarming sound. 
 

"What's everyone standing around for? I told you, once you're done stretching, start joggin'!" He shouted, confused by everyone's stationary positions. 
 

"See ya' at tryouts, Taehyung!" Jin yelped, before Bogum forced him off in the opposite direction. As a farewell, given by Bogum, an emotionless wave sufficed. They jogged off and met Jimin halfway. I prayed he didn't attempt to start yet another boring conversation with me. 
 

All humanly annoyance's aside, I guess my mental prayers came with a price. Jin took my silence as an approval. I must now worry about attending a baseball tryout that I don't have any slice of desire going to.
 

Technically, I don't have to go. It's not like I'm unable to speak up and refuse, but I didn't know when I'd get another chance to inform them of that. It was unlikely that I'll ever speak to them again. I'll probably make some sort of excuse up and wait until Jin comes up to me and asks about my whereabouts.
 

Who knows, maybe I'll attend so I can make Aunt Kim happy and not be such a burden.
 

Onto other matters, I don't know if it's been way too long since I had a good sprint in or if I just haven't engaged in any physical activity, but let me tell you, it felt great. It was an amazing mechanism for relieving stress and bottled-up anger, that's for sure. It was more so my irritability and stress that I keep shriveled up to the core, but I have to say, running made me feel free. It's like all my negative energy was burned right off. Not completely, but perhaps a quarter.

Even though I could physically feel my lungs on the verge of collapsing from the lack of doing any sort of exercise these past few months, everything that was on the edge of my daily thoughts had subsided altogether. Maybe, gym was a blessing to have after a long day of school after all. 
 

I beamed at the beautiful ringing of the dismissal bell that rung throughout the outdoor speakers. It was music to my ing ears. Oh, how I awaited the angelic sound.
 

I changed out of my sweaty shirt, made sure I cooled off, applied some much-needed deodorant, and then pulled on my jacket. I have got to remember to bring a change of clothes next time.
 

I grimaced as I ruffled my hair. I expected for my hand to be drenched when I pulled away, but it was less than I had anticipated. 
 

I entered the courtyard and caught a glimpse of a large quantity of students flooding out of each entrance. I surveyed my surroundings and saw a spot with a decent amount of shade under a giant tree. I had a strong sensation to be left alone, at least for a little while, before I headed to my Aunt Kim's house. I didn't want to initiate a game of twenty-one questions first-day-of-school edition just yet.
 

I unhooked my backpack and sprawled it over my legs as I sat criss-cross on the topsoil, pressing my back against the rough bark. Relaxed, I threw my headphones over my head and listened to music. I was debating on whether to do something productive, like reading for English, or doing the drawing homework, but I ended up gravitating towards the second choice.

And, that I did.
 

I dozed off halfway through my illustrated and descriptive depiction of a human eye.

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My awakening was enacted by a gentle kick in the leg. I hadn't expected to fall asleep, but I guess the previous exercise took a toll on my ability to stay awake. Despite naturally waking up in a bad mood, I was double-annoyed by the fact that someone had the audacity to wake me up from a much-needed nap. 
 

I rubbed at my tired eyes and let them adjust to the burning sunlight that I was grateful to find still hovering and illuminating my surroundings. For a second, I almost began to panic. Who knows, maybe Aunt Kim had the tendency to overreact and call the goddamn cops if I stay out too late. 
 

Now, to give the person that rudely woke me up a piece of my—
 

I squinted up at a very familiar girl, and as if on cue, my heart began to beat at a faster rate. 
 

Oh, off. Now is not the time, Taehyung.
 

I let my interested eyes dance upon her exterior to solely take in her outward appearance. She had a tentative or somewhat shy posture and an uneasy expression plainly written across her face. I could tell she contradicted herself by approaching me. I don't know if it was because I was sleeping or if I just flat-out intimidated her. She held a few textbooks against her chest insecurely. I witnessed her light grip tighten the longer I held my stare.
 

Are you going to say something or just stand there?
 

I looked away and proceeded to shove my journal in my bag. I removed my headphones and sighed in frustration, mustering up a countenance that was etched with a bitter scowl. 
 

"Yes?" I stated to break the awkward silence. I got my off the ground, swiped the dirt off the back of my trousers, and leaned against the tree. I looked over to lock gazes with her, arms crossed. She was too lost in her own mind to say anything. "Hello, can I help you?"
 

"No, not really," she answered almost as if she was in a daze, our keen gazes locked with intent. She took a step closer, inspecting every inch of my face as if she's in search for something. 
 

What that was? I have no idea, but I'm sure I'll find out. 
 

I swallowed harshly at her penetrative stare and primarily at the sound of her soft-spoken voice. I took in how sweet, yet mature it was to hear. It wasn't too high-pitched or too low; it was perfect, gentle, and pleasant. I was impressed to find my stiff demeanor and composure intact. I don't want to speak too soon, but I was afraid she'd be the one to make it crumble. 
 

Just below a light whisper, she said, "It's really you."
 

I blinked, confused.

"It's me?"
 

Who else am I?
 

She appeared as if something was stuck on her mind, or at the tip of her tongue, but I remained unable to grasp what that was. She wouldn't reveal much. She just stood there, making things uncomfortable.
 

Joohyun shook her head, disappointed. Withdrawing one of her small hands from the stack of textbooks, she lifted it up to tuck a couple of strands of hair behind her ear. She uttered in a strong and clearer tone, "Sorry, um, hi, Taehyung."
 

"Hi," I said more as a question than a statement.
 

"If you didn't know, my name is Joohyun, I'm the—"
 

"Class president, I know." I interjected monotonously. It's only been a constant reminder this entire day. "Not only did I find out from Hoseok, but incase you forgot, you announced it in my homeroom."
 

It's not like her and I weren't having a weird stare-down half the time we were stuck in a common area. I bet she just wanted to use it as apart of her introduction, or maybe to rub it in. Who wouldn't? 
 

All I know is that it's ing annoying. 
 

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." she facepalmed at her own forgetfulness. "Sooyoung and I went to a bunch of homerooms today. It's been pretty hectic with how much stuff we have going on, along with the rest of student government."
 

Well, I believed it. She looked heavily stressed out. I'm not surprised—she's carrying a huge amount of responsibilities on her shoulders. It's also told by the emptiness in her eyes, not much of a sign of light or excitement in them. It's like she's going through the usual cycle of her day; the same old, same old. At least she was somewhat alive; she had a passion of leading others and building a foundation for the students in her class. She must drown in her work. It's draining to be a representative with the many events she must conjure up. 
 

Maybe I've overanalyzing her. With her title and all, it was understandable to think that she's burnt out. 
 

I didn't give her a reply.

Joohyun continued, pulling me out of my usual mental conversation, "You're right, though. I did see you talking to my brother and his friends–Seulgi and Yoongi–at lunch earlier."
 

"I noticed." I hope she knew exactly what I was talking about, and whether or not she did, I was letting her know in all seriousness. "I caught you a couple times staring incessantly, along with the other s that you sit at lunch with. I got to say, its quite annoying." 
 

Perhaps that was a test—a harsh one. The damage became clear once it wiped the shyness off her face and an intimidating snarl replaced it. It was shocking at how quickly her temper got the best of her. She was a ticking time-bomb, like me. It took one little thing to aid in setting her off the default act that's called kindness. 
 

"s, huh?" she arched a brow, offended. "That's a quick judgement of those you've never met."  
 

"Touché."
 

"Mind you, I do recall that you were staring at me, too. In Mrs. Asuna's class, right? It was quite annoying as well." How did she know I was staring in Mrs. Asuna's class? "So, judging by your point, I'm guessing all the staring makes you an , too?"

You know what, I give her credit for pointing out my hypocrisy. Her attitude isn't the typical prissy kind, but one of my stature. Here I thought she wasn't as witty as I imagined she was.

Her conversational strategies are impressive. I'm mainly the one that turns things around on others, but instead, she's doing it to me. I couldn't help but be intrigued of the rest of the wonders she may have hidden. I'll play along with this, as it was all incredibly enjoyable. I didn't let it her know that, though.

I shrugged, "I'm always an –I'll admit that."
 

"I vouch for that statement." 
 

I wasn't even offended. 
 

Our intense gazes clashed.
 

I cleared my throat and asked, "Why?"
 

"Why, what?" 
 

I gave her a blank stare as I specified for her own sake, "Why were you staring at me?"
 

"I could ask you the same question."
 

"I asked you first."
 

"Well, I asked you second, so cough it up."
 

"Asking second does not give you any rights." 
 

She exhaled sharply as she rolled her eyes in frustration. I smirked at her irritability that was growing by the minute. She was on the verge of giving up the useless charade we had started. I always win, so there was no point of even trying.
 

The smirk on my face disappeared once she whipped her attention back on me. 
 

"I don't know," she muttered.
 

I snorted, clearly amused. 
 

That response was a total lie if I ever heard one. You don't just stare at someone for absolutely no reason. It had to be something. I have a great reason for staring at her, and no, it's not only because she's attractive. It's the familiarity; it kept me in a constant state of wonder and awe. 
 

Maybe, she had the same idea.
 

"Why do you find this funny?" She interrupted my thoughts altogether. At first, I was confused, because I don't remember laughing. Maybe in my mind, but not to her face. Ah, but I did give off the gesture that I found this situation humorous. Snorting is what I resort to as a way of laughter, since one that's genuine is difficult to transpire of the late.
 

But, most of all: I can find this funny if I want to. 
 

"Oh, is it a crime?" I teased. The class president was easy to mess with. It's hilarious. Another roll of her eyes and they might roll out of their sockets. She fakes a sweet persona, but it's not a surprise for someone with the title she's acquired. Let's be honest, to represent a class of immature teenagers, you must be a little fake. "But, if you really want to know... when I saw you, I swear you looked so—"
 

"Familiar?" 
 

How the hell did she know I was going to say that? Her and Hoseok have the power of knowing things.
 

Was she also telepathic? 
 

Possibly.
 

My eyes widened as I gave her a slow nod. At my unspoken reply, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, which, of course, I couldn't help but notice.
 

Cute.
 

I snapped out of the thought, grossed out by my subconscious. 
 

"You know who I am? You remember?" She urged eagerly with anticipation of what I'd say next. I watched her take another small step forward, enveloped in the topic. 
 

I couldn't say it was an answer she was hoping for.
 

"Remember, what?" 
 

Just like that, her beautiful face fell into an evident frown. Subtly, she shook her head and wafted her hand through the brisk air, insinuating that the topic shouldn't be further dealt with. Too bad, now I'm curious. It's a natural response when hit with intrigue.
 

"Nothing..."
 

"Tell me," I beckoned.
 

"You don't remember," she said. "Really, it's nothing."
 

Sure, it is. I can't be fooled.
 

"I may have some sense of what you're referring to if you'd just tell me," I was getting sick of the constant avoidance of the subject that obviously meant something to her and had something to do with me. 
 

She took a moment to speak, "do you know this guy named Bogum?"
 

"Met him earlier. Kind of," I stated, recalling the weird meeting, "What about him?" 
 

She frowned, then sighed like my answer disappointed her:

"Well, you, me, and him were best friends when you used to live here a long time ago." 
 

I saw that one coming.

Just kidding, no I didn't. Not at all. It all made sense, that's for sure. The familiarity that I felt earlier wasn't all for nothing. I should've known that being back in my hometown was going to scrounge up hidden parts of my life that I've long forgotten. It's insane to think about. 
 

I lifted my head to the sound of her voice.

"We were really great friends. We did everything together as kids. Bogum and I are still as close as ever. When we realized that you returned, we couldn't believe it. He still can't come to terms with the idea of you being back, since it's been so long, but I was hoping that we could all talk soon."
 

He can't come to terms? 
 

Wait, I just realized a couple of very important inquiries.
 

Is Joohyun the girl that's got Bogum in depression mode? You know what they say: childhood friends have a high probability of being lovers. What was up with him and his hostility if he and I used to be best friends? If I'm being honest, he was hostile in general, but wouldn't he have spoken up, mentioned it, and been enthusiastic about my return? He acted like he didn't even know me, and more like he resented me.
 

I swallowed harshly, recalling her previous mention of 'talking' soon, "what, like all three of us? To reconnect or something?"
 

"Yeah, exactly that," she sounded joyful, almost like she was in a dreamy state at all the wonders and possibilities. I scoffed. "And, maybe, we can all be friends again—you, me, Bogum. You can even meet the others. We all hang out a lot so if you'd like to, it wouldn't be a bad idea for you to come along."
 

I snorted once more, only louder than previous. This girl must be dreaming. I'm not sure if that's even a realistic idea. What on earth makes her think that I'll willingly hang out with her and Bogum? Huge emphasis on willingly, by the way. If anything, to 'catch' up? 
 

Bogum doesn't even seem to tolerate my presence. Building a friendship with the rest of their group is another funny idea. Had she forgotten that I referred to them as s? 
 

Hearing the news about our childhood does not give me the immediate motivation to talk about our lives ever since I've been away. In actuality, it doesn't give me any desire to be apart of anything that coincides with her hopes and wishes. 
 

They'll be highly disappointed to find out how different I am and most of all, how dislikable I've become. I'm not sure how they remember me or what the hell our hangouts consisted of, at least for me, but I'm sure Joohyun and Bogum have better memory of those days than I do. 
 

I stayed silent for what felt like hours, attempting to take the rest of the information in. It was a lot to think about. I didn't know what to say.

It's hysterical to see that she wants to rekindle our friendship that's been left alone for over ten years. We're basically acquaintances.
 

I heaved a large breath, rubbing the back of my neck. I narrowed my sights skeptically.

"How do you guys remember our friendship, and I don't?" 
 

That was a dumb question to an answer that I already knew. I was just making conversation to fill more gaps and to retrieve decent information.
 

"Bogum and I used to talk about it a lot," she shrugged. "We like thinking back and remembering our childhood."

When I was younger, I looked back plenty of times. Time keeps going, new memories are made, and with that, you forget more of the past to compensate for the present. Before I knew it, those details faded farther and farther away from my daily thoughts. I'm pretty sure most of my memories vanished when I lost my parents. Tragedy does that to a person. Maybe, that's why I can't recall a single part of the accident except for the moments leading up to it and the aftermath.

"At my house, there's loads of pictures of us when we were kids. They're in these photo albums we have on our shelves. My mom always reminded me of those times—how close we were and if I ever thought about you," she smiled and lowered her gaze toward the ground. Was that a blush? "After all these years, Jimin and his mother are still close with my own and Bogum's. That's what urges my mom to ask about you even to this day, along with your own parents. Our families were all connected, and I think that was the main reason why we were such great friends."
 

I froze at the mention of my parents. If she doesn't know about what happened, then I'm sure no one else does besides Jimin, and maybe, even her mother. I wouldn't be surprised if Aunt Kim spread word about it to her friends–my mother was her sister after all. 
 

It must've been a great friendship we had; the three of us. How come I was never told or mentioned of this by Jimin? Didn't he know? And, what about Hoseok? He asked me a ton of questions earlier this morning as if he had no knowledge of who I was. Since he's Joohyun's half-brother, wouldn't he know that I knew her all along? 
 

There's something missing in all of this.
 

No, there's a lot of things missing in all of this.
 

"Well, if I'm being honest, I'd say my memory is so-so, especially because of the—uh—" I stopped myself from continuing the sentence by letting out a convincing cough. "I mean, um, I'm just forgetful. It's been awhile. I guess, the whole saying is true, then. Days are gone, but moments are never forgotten, huh?"
 

I don't know what possessed me to mention such a quote, but I remember my mother would bring it up once or twice. I thought it only fit for the situation. Plus, my thoughts were scattered.
 

For the first time, Joohyun smiled genuinely at me. No frown, no snarl, no slick remarks, no roll-of-the-eyes, but a smile. It was surprising to witness, but it was nice. Kind of. I could tell that she knew of the phrase, too.
 

"Yeah, a lot of little things remind me of when I was a kid."
 

"It's like that  one nostalgic song that you used to listen to when you were younger, and it opens up a part of your childhood that you never knew was there." I specified.
 

"Exactly."
 

Small moments connect to memories that are packed away in the depths of your mind. It was possible that they'd be dug out if it's inspired by a source of connection. 
 

Amid this moment, it felt as if Joohyun and I were almost getting along—naturally. It was like that friendship or connection that we had built up many year's prior was always there yet hidden away in our minds and the corners of our hearts. All it needed was a source of reconnection; to piece everything together again. Too bad a ton of things still need to be pieced together for me, and I think it'll take awhile for things to become clear.
 

At this point, I don't know what I'm thinking or feeling anymore. It was unusual to say the least. I was having an almost casual conversation with Joohyun without wanting to fade away into another existence and it was appalling. 
 

In a way, I kind of did, but her presenting the fact that me, her, and Bogum used to be good friends gave me a source of minor comfort. Not much from Bogum, because I'm sure he isn't as ecstatic about my return as Joohyun is, but still. I don't know where this comfort was coming from, but it was interesting to think about my past. Like I said, I don't remember much, but it's kind of insane how events of the past times can come back to you in some way. Like right now. 
 

It's interesting how fate plays its part. I wouldn't be standing here, listening to this news, if my parents and I hadn't been in an accident earlier this year. I wouldn't be living with my aunt and my cousin. I wouldn't be in a crappy mood all the time. I wouldn't be living here, period. 
 

I'd be in Incheon, still a loser, but at least I was happier.

I scratched my cheek and pushed myself off the surface of the tree. I surveyed the illuminated sky above, noticing the sun beginning to disappear from the horizon, causing night to soon begin its process of falling. 

At the time of day that would only grow older, I figured I would start heading home. I was afraid to find Aunt Kim with a telephone in her hand as I entered through the front door, the police on the other line. Or, maybe, she'd be yapping incessantly at Jimin for not walking me back home from school, suspecting I got lost or something.

I figured since she was my permanent overseer and all, I shouldn't be worrying Aunt Kim, especially after everything that's occurred in the past four months.

I peered over at Joohyun, who kicked around some pebbles that laid around her shoes. 

Hm, she's lingering around. 

I don't want to be a total letdown, as I always manage to be, but what is she waiting for, exactly? Is she expecting something from me?

Most importantly, why the hell am I unable to force my legs forward, announce that it's getting late, and begin the short trek home? 

I raked my fingers through my hair, before folding my arms over my chest. I looked her over. Suspicion rose within me as I connected two-and-two together.

"Why are you, uh, still here?" I questioned, noticing that it sounded a tad bit rude, "At school, I mean. It's kind of late."

"I could ask you the same." I didn't have the strength to be annoyed at her ability to beat around the bush. She pursed her lips and jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. "Student government had a meeting until four, so, as you know, since I'm class president, I must attend." 

I'm getting sick and tired of those two words. If 'class president' was bleeped every time someone uttered it, my mood would heighten for the remainder of my life.

Maybe.

"Figures," I told her.

"What about you?"

"Well, my goal was to be alone for a while, but uh," I sent her a sidelong glance. "You kind of ruined it."

"I'm glad I did, because you needed a wake-up call." Excuse me? I curved a brow at her, and on cue, she scrunched up her nose in an adorable way, although it insinuated the opposite. "No offense, but you need a shower."

I sniffed at my underarm for clarification.

"I don't smell. You're bluffing."

"You're kidding, right?" She guffawed. "You smell like you ran twenty laps and then some. Let me guess, you had gym last period?"

"Possibly."

She shot me a skeptical look, unsatisfied with my answer.

"What, I threw my jacket on afterwards," I said incredulously, throwing my arms in the air. "I shouldn't smell that bad." 

Dumbfounded, she made her point by adding, "Your jacket isn't going to subdue the smell."

"Whatever. I'll shower when I get home." Her overly truthful comments about my noticeable body-odor was getting on my nerves. It's not my fault that I sweat after doing exercise. Geez. "I can't help that your -talking is refraining me from doing so." 

"Yah, be grateful," she huffed. "Anyone else could've been rude about it."

"I think you're being pretty rude about it."

"It's called being honest," she smiled proudly, and just as I felt myself mimic her gesture, I stopped myself. I'm beginning to dislike that. Her smile was like a contagious bug or something. "Let me add that if I wasn't here, you'd still be sleeping. Correction: oversleeping."

I blinked. "I'm not glad that you interrupted my slumber."

"It could've waited." I guess, I'll be grateful. If she hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have known about my childhood connections with basically everyone that I was trying to avoid. And, even then, in the midst of this conversation, I would've never doubted that we used to be best friends. It's only been fifteen minutes and talking was, dare I say it, easy. It wasn't awkward or weird. I didn't get too irritated, although she was a smartass. It didn't feel like my responses were forced out. It flowed at a natural pace. It was comforting. "I'm pretty sure taking a nap can be done at home, where it's more appropriate."

"Well, napping was originally unplanned." 

"It appears so."

She's a special type of conversationalist. I liked it. I'm pretty sure that's why she excels at being class president. She's got an attitude, and I thought that would've made for a dislikable one, but it seems I was wrong about that. Maybe it's just a mask of personality that she puts on and takes off for those that don't take her seriously enough.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You're hesitating," I noticed. "Don't ask if it's a dumb one."

Her serene features fell into a frown, as well as her whole posture. She took that way too seriously. Then again, everything I say is rather blunt, so I don't blame her.

"I'm kidding," I added for her own sake. Oh, it's a dumb one. I braced myself. "Now, go on, ask." 

She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time and glared momentarily. Not scary. Try again later.

"Well, I, um, wanted to ask you why you're staying with Jimin."

Well, there goes any actual enjoyment in this conversation. It has now fled out the door and it will never return. It's something as simple as that that causes my mood to go to , again. I should've known this was going to happen; another plot to ask about my life. 

Does anyone here actually get it? 

It's disrespectful to automatically feel entitled and question things about someone that you barely know. Besides our childish friendship, Joohyun and I do not know anything about each other. I don't consider us friends. And, any possible inclination to get to know her has diminished as well.

"Let me guess." I chuckled bitterly, filled with agitation. I was perplexed at the fact that she would be so intrusive. If it wasn't obvious enough, one of the many things that I dislike are people that into the businesses of others, and that's ninety-nine percent of the fools at this school. I knew she was apart of that percentage. "Jimin told you that bit of information, and now that you presented the fact that we used to be best friends, you think that I'll just tell you about my life since I've been away?"

She retreated a few steps at my slight outburst, appalled at the way I reacted.

Does she not think it was uncalled for? 

I think it was very uncalled for.

"I never told you to tell me about your life, Taehyung," she attempted to reason, eyebrows drawn forward in utmost confusion. I witnessed her eyes dart across my face, and I swear I caught a glimpse of regret in them. "I asked you a simple question and you already think that—"

"It's because it's none of your business," I fumed.

Oh, I was livid. 

"Okay, fine, it isn't," she agreed, holding a free hand up in mock surrender, "I apologize."

I sighed in aggravation, swiping a hand down my face.

I needed to calm my nerves, but it was impossible to when I was holding a conversation with Joohyun. So, in search for a solution, I began to walk away from it.

Literally.

"Wait!" Walking away insinuated that the conversation has now ended and not to be resumed. It would only aggravate me and make things worse. It just didn't suffice for her. I heard approaching steps fall in with mine. She was trying to keep up with my hurried pace. "Jimin didn't tell me or anyone that you live with him, if that's what you're actually angry about. I'm not trying to be nosy either. It's difficult not to mention when I live across the street from your cousin."

I halted in my tracks, bewildered.

She, what?

I forced myself to face her fully whilst trying to process what she had told me. 

I never knew she lived across the street.

Probably because I never went outside, but it was shocking to even comprehend. In a way, I felt kind of stupid for projecting my anger towards her. It was an uncontrollable emotion of mine.

I studied her facial expression for any sign of a lie, for any sign of inconsistency in her words. Honestly, I didn't know what I was searching for. I just felt dumb. I figured she was going to be filled with vexation after my previous accusatory outbursts, but she was only holding herself together. 

I was at a loss for words at first, so I breathed in deeply and exhaled altogether. I was trying to encompass or gather a sense of calming and relaxation.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets forcefully. I was still frustrated. I clenched my jaw and repeated her words to clarify.

"You live across the street?" 

With a puzzled look, she stated in a soft tone, "yes, I've always lived there. How do you not remember?" Blame the accident. Her reassurance was almost too comforting to hear. It made me sick. I didn't bother to reply, so I simply stared, awaiting any chance of a continuation. It came. "I remember the day you moved in and I've always wondered why. I didn't think you'd be so defensive about it though. It was just a question."

She was right; it was just a question. It was one I didn't know how to answer without letting others know about my entire life story. It's a sensitive thing, and there's nothing I dislike more than delving into it. 

I believed Joohyun had the capability to connect the dots. Anyone with an average IQ can figure out why I live with my aunt. It's not rocket science. I wasn't having a lovely summer vacation here. I would've moved back to Incheon if I was. 

Soon enough, I'll be asked about my parents, and there's no avoidance to that. I'll most likely shoo them away with a dirty look or the usual 'it's none of your business' line. I'm surprised others haven't realized the possible idea that something has gone awry in the past few months.

Maybe, they have, and they're not touching the subject on purpose. I don't know what to believe anymore, but I resent the sympathy card. 

"Whatever," I grumbled. I was too upset to stay around any longer and the entirety of my mood has now gone to absolute . Although I somewhat understand, my emotions were stubborn; unmoving. My temper's through the roof. It was difficult to be kind. The nicest thing to do was leave. I hadn't even minded that Aunt Kim would flame me with questions as soon as I entered the front door. I know it'll come, and I'll be mentally preparing myself for it. All I wanted was to go to bed and be left alone like I had always desired to be. "I'm heading home now. Great talk."

Bitterness dangled in my concluding words. It made her speak up.

"Wait—"

I could hear desperation in her voice, maybe to listen to what else she had to say, but like I said, I'm not into lingering around anymore. Enough was enough.

"I understand now that I'm back, it gives you the idea to light a dead flame, but I didn't return the way I left. I'm not the way you remember me." I made sure I sounded somewhat apologetic, but it was hard to be. "It's been years since we've spoken, Joohyun. Hell, most of our conversations were bull anyways—" Ouch. That's what her reaction was. Oh, but I kept going. "—We were just kids. Things have changed for me. Things you don't know, obviously, but I have no desire to talk about it or to do all of this."

"All of, what?" She snapped. Not a single thread of hurt was found in her voice, but I saw it on her face. Within her tone was pure frustration. "I didn't begin this conversation with a reel of pestering questions. I don't care what you say or what you think you remember, but we were close. Haven't you realized that we were once friends, and my curiosity about what's been going on is understandable?"

Why does she care so much?

"No, it's not understandable," I glared. Her intrigue isn't suddenly acceptable because we were once close. That's not the case anymore. Time's changed. Deal with it. "In reality, I don't know you."

I spun around on my heel and continued down the path. I heard her mutter something under her breath, but I didn't take the bait to respond. I threw my headphones over my ears and hoped that I wasn't interrupted until I arrived home.


I barged into Aunt Kim's house with a clenched fist and eyebrows creased in not only frustration, but determination in hopping into the shower. I felt gross and once I took a whiff of my jacket, I instantly knew I smelled like a whole dumpster. 

My corrupt mind almost overstepped the delicious aroma that reached my nostrils within the minute I entered the household. Still, I couldn't focus on much—I felt like my head was going to explode, and although I craved food, napping sounded much better.

Indeed, I've never had a first day of school that compiled with so many things at once. Usually, I wouldn't give a single about what was going on, and that continues to remain, but a bunch of information was consistently thrown at me. I couldn't avoid it no matter what direction I turned or what situation I placed myself in. I sensed this year was going to be a slow one.

To think I could keep to myself and manage to avoid others... I scoffed at the thought. 

Yeah, not this year. 

Of course, when I need the loneliness the most, huh?

I climbed two steps up the staircase, and Aunt Kim was already summoning my name in distress. I almost forgotten about her. 

.

Our eyes met once she whirled around the kitchen corner and stared up at me. Slight panic grazed her features, but it gradually began to disappear once I was set in her sights. She wore the white apron that Jimin had bought for her birthday during the summer. It contained some grease and blemishes—I could tell she was in the middle of cooking. 

I could visibly see her shoulders had relaxed; a breath drawn. I didn't think I'd worry her so much, but ever since the accident, she's been keeping a very close eye on me. She's been on edge—the house phone was embedded in her left hand. 

She didn't call the cops, did she? 

"I called your phone about twenty times, and it went straight to voicemail. I've been worried sick."

Phew, she didn't call the police. I let out a verbal sigh of relief. Weird, I never heard a ring. I'm pretty sure my phone died while I took that nice nap after school. Then, I got interrupted by a nosy ex-best friend.

To check, I dove a hand in my pocket, and slipped out the device. I attempted to turn it on, but the screen remained black. A dead battery symbol showed up.

"Did you not receive my call?"

I shook my head, and held it up for visuals, "my phone's been dead."

"I figured it was," she frowned, abandoning the house phone at the charging port.

"I didn't mean to worry you." 

It was the last thing on my mind.

"It's okay," she managed to send a warm smile in my direction. I could tell she was grateful that I was back home safe and not in harm's way. Not that I would be, but for anyone that has the responsibility of looking after another, that was probably a huge possibility in her mind. Maybe even her first thought. "Did you get lost on your way back? I thought Jimin would've walked you back here. It's almost a quarter until five, Taehyung."

My eyes widened at the realization. 

Jesus, what the hell? I've been out for that long?

I blame the know-it-all class president.

I will not speak her name; I am in the process of forgetting her existence, as she is probably in the works of forgetting mine.

Hopefully.

"I didn't get lost at all, actually. After school, I was doing some work for art class and fell asleep. I woke up later than I had anticipated." At this point, it was laughable. Aunt Kim didn't think so. I did tend to oversleep, and this afternoon, I kind of did. It pains me to say that I appreciated Joohyun awakening me when she did. 

Shut up, Taehyung, you're pathetic.

"I understand. It's okay." She took a step forward and squinted her eyes to search my face, almost as if she was examining me. Her expression became concerning the longer she stared. "You do look a bit tired. Did everything go well at school today?" 

I wanted to emphasize that it had gone terribly, since Kwang Academy was filled with the most irritating people that I've had the displeasure of observing. Though, must I say it, excluding Hoseok, Seulgi, and Yoongi. I remained confused about Hoseok's knowledge of me, due to him being Joohyun's brother and all, though. I guess, I'll get to the bottom of it. Either way, I believe they're the few that are truthful, and in some way, like me. No, I'm not talking about my negative side, but more so, keeping to themselves.

Everyone outside of those three can be listed under the same spectrum as Jimin. My impression of him has not budged a smidge. I'd like to think differently of him, but recently, the fake front he displays seems more and more believable. Maybe it's because of his friends that makes it clearer to me, like for example, Joohyun. 

Veering the somewhat interesting and enjoyable conversation that we were having into peculiarity about my life was not a smart move on her part. She knows that. Using the old friendship that we had as a pawn to urge the answer out of me was what set me off.

"The first day was as boring as I expected it to be, but it was alright," I lied, though partially. It wasn't just alright; it could've and should've been way better, but negative expectations had convinced me of the opposite.

Aunt Kim crossed her arms; my answer was questionable.

In silence, she stared a little longer, most likely in mere speculation. I knew she was contemplating something, and whenever there's contemplation, it has to do with something I don't want to hear.

"Are you having trouble sleeping at night again?" I gulped amid a surge of quietness, afraid that she could've heard my sign of guilt. 

"Uh..." I pressed my lips into a thin line, and quirked my mouth left-and-right. I was deciphering whether I should respond truthfully or falsely. My hesitance clearly showed that I was having trouble sleeping at night. It's an issue, I know. There're times when I sleep too much and then other instances when I can't. It's an on-and-off thing. It usually has to do with whether I'm having nightmares, so that explains it. "Well..."

Aunt Kim huffed a deep breath, sympathy written all over her face. 

I hated that look.

"Is it the nightmares? Have they returned?" 

I never told Aunt Kim much about my issues. The nightmares are the only thing she has any knowledge of. I never went into detail about them, but I did tell her what they consisted of. 

"Yeah," I muttered. 

"I see," she sighed. Here comes the apology, the sympathy, and the hopeful resolve. "I'm sorry. I know things have been difficult on you. I wish I could make things better, so that you're at peace."

"You can't, though," I shrugged. "So, it's fine."

"I—"

I didn't want to hear it. I was already sick of where this conversation was heading. It's time to halt it before it went too far.

"Aunt Kim, I need to shower. It's been a long day."

"Yes, of course. I'm always here to listen if you'd like to do talk about anything else." she said dejectedly, but it carried promise.

I nodded.

Aunt Kim knew I wasn't going to talk to her, but it's her attempt at trying. I give her credit. I've found it nearly impossible to pick my head up when someone is attempting to comfort me with their words. If I was unable to lift my head up high and be positive, then no one else had the capability to.

"Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes," she said. "Please, tell Jimin—he's been up there practicing for so long."

Practicing as in playing the same tune repeatedly until he gets sick of it. I don't think he has learned an entire song yet.

Jimin likes to think of himself as a self-taught musician, but everyone knows he's had a couple of appointments for guitar lessons in the past. Thing is, he doesn't like going. He thinks it's a waste of won. He wants to teach himself by watching instructional videos, but that could be frustrating at times. I've heard it. It's easy to ignore the constant strumming, not because he's terrible at it, but because it's very consistent and I get used to it after awhile. His musical abilities are there; he just needs to focus on attending more lessons. He's got the voice and all. He would learn better from someone that knows how to play a guitar. He's just stubborn, but aren't we all? 

Musical talent seems to run in the family. I remember all the times I used to play piano, because of my mother. Ever since I was able to walk, she was the one that taught me. She was great at it. Not only at playing but teaching as well. She was patient and she was excellent with guidance. Her playing was melodic to listen to. It was obvious that she was talented and graceful. There's only so many memories I could commemorate and so many songs that I've recalled her playing.

I learned plenty and because of her, I fell in love with the instrument.

Ever since the accident, I haven't touched the grand piano that sits in the guest room, specifically meant for me to reconnect with. I haven't stepped inside the room ever since I moved in. Aunt Kim was sure that it was only right to keep it around, but I haven't had the will to press a single key, even. 

It was sickening, almost.

Why? 

It was my mom's. 

It was only right to leave it untouched.

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irenii #1
Chapter 25: I hope everything is good now and the things that were going on on your life are better now. I didn't realize until today that there was a new chapter. I haven't had a lot of time as of lately. But i was delated when i saw it :D And now about the story can the get any cuter?? also Yoongi and seungwan being cute too <3 i can't wait for the next chapter for their date, i expect some more development ;)
irenii #2
Chapter 24: I know i am a bit late, but i've been so busy too, i can relate with you, but now i have finished reading the chapter :) Like always i feel so many emotions reading your story... It's true that today i am bit more emotional (some things going on in my life) so i was feeling totally the anguish that Taehyung was feeling but it was lovely how reassuring and trusting Joohyun was in this chapter. I am in love to see how she is helping him to heal. Again waiting for the next one <3
no_face #3
Chapter 23: I'll wait patiently for the next chap. 😇Fighting authornim
irenii #4
Chapter 23: I am so happy about this update and i kind of have a feeling that it was going to be today... I have an exam this week and i thought ok lets rest for a bit and came to see if there was an update (specifically of this fic) and there it was XD. It made my heart so warm that she is the main part of why he is healing and they are flirting even when they don't admit it. I see a little progress here and the mixed of plot and fluff was so perfect <3
irenii #5
Chapter 22: ... and a cliffhanger >.< I was expecting the talk. I can't believe she doesn't know what she's feeling. They are both so frustrating (sigh). But well it was good to know more about her insight. Can't wait for more!! lol
irenii #6
Chapter 20: I was so happy when i see there was an update!! i have been waiting for it!! It really made me crack up the first part of inner conversation of Taehyung with himself. And finally he's somehow accepting his own feelings :)
irenii #7
Chapter 19: man i was expecting a kiss... He wants to do it!!! I love them, I love the story i love the characters and i love the development in their relationship <3. The inner monologue it's great, somehow helps me to connect with him and even to get more into the story, like i am part of it. I love her thought too!! It's probably one of the best fanfics i have ever read, for real. Awesome work!! Can't wait for the next update
MsTaeyong 249 streak #8
Chapter 19: Authornim the inner monologue in a perfect fit for this story in particular, especially in Tae's Pov ! And yes I'd love to see Bae's POV more often tho' how she feels about Tae and his actions if she likes him and is she being in denial as well as Tae or not?
I say it's time for a kiss to confuse their feelings more 👀
The story is really awesome I can't wait for more updates !!!
Take all time you need stay healthy and comeback soon please.
MsTaeyong 249 streak #9
Chapter 19: Authornim the inner monologue in a perfect fit for this story in particular, especially in Tae's Pov ! And yes I'd love to see Bae's POV more often tho' how she feels about Tae and his actions if she likes him and is she being in denial as well as Tae or not?
I say it's time for a kiss to confuse their feelings more 👀
The story is really awesome I can't wait for more updates !!!
Take all time you need stay healthy and comeback soon please.
MsTaeyong 249 streak #10
Chapter 19: OMG I'M NOT DREAMING RIGHT?@&@^# THERE IS AN UPDATE YAAS THANK YOU SO MUUCH AUTHORNIM T_T <3