Stephanie Hwang
"Fany-ah." I heard her call out. I let go of my luggage and ran to her open arms, grasping her shirt as tightly as I could.
"Shh, it'll be okay." She cooed, rubbing my back.
"He cheated on me, h-he cheated on me and then left. I thought I'd never see him again but I did." I sobbed into her shoulder as I felt her arms tighten around me.
"Fany-ah, he's not worth it. You will be okay, it's going to be okay." I let those words linger as I let myself go on Sooyoungs shoulder.
She was always there for me, from the start of my crushes to the downfall of my relationships. She was there.
But a month later, or was it two? I lost count. I was okay. I held on for a moment and I was doing fine. It wasn't like the last time. I was okay.
I still thought of him yes, but being away from him was doing me good. I felt myself slowly pulling away from him, it was because I didn't depend on him. It was much easier to let go.
I've seen the magazines, I've seen the gossip websites. He was partying, drinking, smoking, hanging out with many different girls each night. It was normal for him, at least. He's returned back to his old self, I guess. I didn't mind. Strangely enough. It was because he was no longer mine. I can't call him mine.
I missed him truthfully. But not as much as I did before.
"I'm home my baby puppy."
"Hi."
"Give me a kiss." Sooyoung said, trekking over to me while making smooch faces.
"Go away." I said, pushing her face away from me, cowering beneath her couch cushions.
"Fine. Fine, but let's go get ice cream puppy Hwang."
"I'm not a dog."
"You're my puppy and I need to take care of you because I love you so much." She cooed, pulling me up and linking her arms with me.
"You're so stupid tall. Giraffe." I whined, tip toeing just to reach her height; it wasn't working.
She giggled as she patted my head, "You're so stupid small, puppy."
"Sooyoung-ah." I whined.
"Save it tiny bean. We're going out. Get dressed."
I listened to her like an obedient puppy. I'd just like to say I hated shopping with her. Only because it was mainly shopping for house decorations, be it carpets, paintings or even food related plushy animals. I sat down on the bench watching Sooyoung pick out horrible looking sofa cushions.
I had my ice cream in hand, licking away at it as I nodded at every single ugly looking cushion print she held up for me to decide on.
"You're not helpful."
"They're ugly okay? You asked for my opinion and here it is." I replied, smacking my lips as I wiped the corners of my lips with a napkin.
"Loser."
"Your favourite loser." I corrected. She rolled her eyes and put down the floral print pillow back as we exited the store. I was so freaking happy we left.
"Wait, I wanna go here." She said, pulling me to a halt and I glanced up to see a toy store. My eyes immediately locked onto a monkey plushy on display. My insides began to spin around as it was the same exact one as George; the monkey stuffed animal Taeyeon gave me.
I silently followed her around, but for some reason my own feet brought me over to to the corner of that store, looking at the massive shelf that housed so many versions of George the monkey. I picked one up and squeezed it, hugged it in my arms and even smushed my face into it.
It wasn't the same. It didn't feel the same, it didn't smell the same. It wasn't Tae.
"Do you want one?" Sooyoung suddenly asked out of the blue which made me jump. I looked up to her and shook my head, quietly putting it back on the shelf.
She hummed and went to another section of the store, opting out to buy a french fry cushion looking thing. We silently left the store and I guess she picked up on my gloominess because she kept nudging my arm.
"What?"
"Don't 'what' me Fany-ah, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me, you're all blue."
"I'd rather be pink."
"Fany-ah."
"Nothings wrong, you just bought a really ugly couch cushion."
She deadpanned and stopped me in front of the busy intersection of the mall. I scolded her for doing such thing, saying how it inconvenience people.
"It's about him isn't it?"
"No. . ." She glared at me like my mother would. Honestly, she's like my guardian at this point, just like my older sister. ". . .Yes." I said quietly.
"Let the douche go okay? All he's done was cause but shit, what was the one beneficial thing he did for you? List at least 5 and maybe I won't go and smack him in the head."
Well, he's selfless. . . he's gentle with me. . . he cares. . . he's thoughtful. . . he's the one I still love.
"You can't even list one?!" She cut my thoughts with her unsatisfied question to me.
"Sooyoungie. . ." I whined, tugging at her hand. She shook her head and we just quietly went back to the underground parking back to her car. I know she was mad at me, because if it was the other way around I'd be too.
The shadow of a large figure was cast on he ground just behind a concrete pillar. I thought it looked like a lump but nonetheless walked around it. Suddenly a man jumped out and yanked me by the arm, trying to drag me away. Sooyoung's eyes widened and held onto my tightly, pulling me back as she screamed for help.
I tried to kick the man and when it seemed like hours and hours of endless torture it stopped. Some security guy tackled him to the ground as I was left screaming and terrified. I latched myself to Sooyoung when I regained my senses, holding onto her like she was my lifeline.
"Taeyeon killed my wife! You will rot in hell for this! You hear me?! In hell you bitch!" The guy spat, thrashing around in the security men's hold.
I was shaking so bad. Sooyoung's pats on my back barely helped, I cried into her shoulder as I gripped her arm tightly. It could've left a bruise at the rate I was going at it.
I hated how this was tied to him. I hated how everything I do, or will do is going to turn out bad because of him. I'm not safe, nothing is safe. Everything is bad and horrible. My life has been flipped upside down and shook to the deep depths of it's core.
"That's it, Kim Taeyeon is dead to me. Give me your phone." I dug into my jacket pocket and gave it to her, hiding my face in her arm as I avoided the crowd of people around us.
I had no idea where we were going but when I was dragged out of the car by an angry Soo, I didn't know what to do. I recognized the office building as we approached it when we drove closer and closer to it. I freaked out in my seat, wanting to pull the gear shift into reverse and back the hell away from it as far as I could.
Into the elevator I went despite many protests and I stared at the gold plated name tag that read Kim Taeyeon and I wanted to do nothing but run away. I dreaded that name, I don't want to be apart of it.
"Sooyoung-ah, l-let's go." I said, tugging back at my tall friend but she kept trudging on without stopping.
"No, I'm breaking the guys fucking neck." when we approached closer to his office his secretary stood up, telling us that we can't be here without an appointment. Sooyoung walked by the secretary and pushed open the door, startling the man in the chair who immediately stood up.
"Is there something I can help you with?" He said in a low growl.
"Yes, yes you can." Sooyoung said, slamming her hands on his desk.
He cleared his threat and glanced at me. I quickly looked down and focused on the floor, listening to the voices in my head and the ones outside of it.
"Why the fuck was she jumped? Why did that guy scream out your name! Why does everything have to involve your scrawny ass because I won't hesitate to beat you, you disgusting vile human being."
Heechul also came storming in and pulled me behind his back. Oh, so that's who she called. I hid behind Sooyoung and held her arm, looking so lost and scared.
I felt like a teenage daughter of a flaming mad mother who wants to talk to the manager.
Heechul walked up to Tae and gave him a piercing slap on his face.
"Fuck you." He growled as he watched Taeyeon recover from the slap.
"You've caused so much shit Taeyeon, you think you can get away from this?" Sooyoung continued.
"Fix what you did, douchebag." Heechul added on. Taeyeon wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and angrily grabbed the edge of the desk.
"Do you even love her?"
"No." Taeyeon said rather uncomfortably quickly.He said it looking straight into my eyes without even blinking. It's like he made up his mind in a snap, or has been thinking about that for the longest time.
I held Sooyoungs arm tighter and staggered back just a bit.
Heechul punched him in the jaw and Sooyoung pulled me out of the office.
"Why can't you just let something nice happen to you for once! Why do you always have to fuck everything up!" I heard Heechul holler. I hid my face into Sooyoungs arm as she rubbed the back of my head.
"She almost fucking died, that guy had a knife! What next Taeyeon? what's fucking next! Fix it, fix all of it, let her live normally as if you never met her you piece of shit! I'm going to beat some sense into you." He continued.
The further we got their conversation dwindled out. I didn't want to hear anymore.
Sooyoung opened the door to her house and I immediately walked pat her, up the stairs and into the room where I locked it and immediately stepped inside the shower.
"Fany-ah, please talk to me."
"Are you mad at me for bringing you there? I'm sorry." No, I wasn't mad. I preferred if you didn't though Sooyoung-ah.
"I just couldn't yell at him before and I'm kind fa bitch and seeing you like this hurts me too. You're my best friend and I told you I'd rip a guys head off if they hurt you." I smiled, remembering the many times we both laid in bed with her ranting about my choice of guys and how she vowed to never let them walk ever again if they made me cry or something.
I heard her call me out multiple times, asking me if I was okay and that I should talk to her. There was nothing to talk about. I didn't need to talk about specifically him anymore. It's been a month, I can let him go, right?
I heard the soft knock on the house's a door a couple of times and I rolled out of bed, forgetting that Sooyoung had went out to go to her moms house for a night to sort something out. I was a little shaken up from the incident back at the mall but it wasn't too bad. I guess.
I tiptoed and saw through the peephole, my hand clenching in the doorknob as I saw the familiar outline of his jaw.
I opened the door and immediately pulled him in. He stood there, wet from top to bottom. The sound of the water dripping off his coat echoed i n the empty hall and I hated every single second that passed in silence. There was only one thing on my mind and I needed to know the answer to.
"Did you mean it? Taetae, did you mean it?" I whispered.
He looked away and I hit him on the chest, pushing him to a wall.
"Tell me. Tell me, Taeyeon tell me."
Please tell me you're lying. You've done so many things for me, you can't just say you don't in a week. You don't change your mind like that.
I took forever trying to figure out if I loved you or not. But you just said you didn't in a heartbeat. So many things went wrong Tae, but I know for me I didn't stop loving you the way I did.
He stays silent and clenches his jaw. I felt his hand and it wasn't sweaty, it wasn't fidgeting and I let out a small whimper. He wasn't lying.
"Y-You don't? T-Taeyeon-ah."
He looks away and I cupped his jaw and turned his face to look at me. I kept palming the side of his face like I've always done. I never wanted to let him go. I feel so, bad.
"Look at me Taetae." He shook his head. "Taetae. . ." I called once more.
He avoided me again and I buried my face into the crook of his neck, wrapping my arms around it as I inhaled deeply.
"I love you Taetae. You've wanted to hear me say it so badly before. . . and I-I feel that with you right now."
"Tae, this is so messed up. One moment we love the other moment we're borderline hating each other."
"Please, say something." I pleaded. He didn't reply. He let the wind create noise and I hated him so much for it.
We both slid down the wall and I ended up sitting on his lap, curling myself there as I cried into his chest.
I didn't fall asleep that night. I cried till sunrise. He didn't move from his spot on the floor and I didn't move from his lap. I still wanted his presence.
The night was quiet, silent and a bit too somber for my liking. The night I should be spending with someone I adore huddled in front of a fire place laughing, smiling and content. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I never imagined myself like this ever since Nick. It shouldn't be like this. It's so unfair to me.
I hated how his nature is him always being lonely, quiet, self kept and always reserved. That was him. He never told me how he felt, he preferred to do things alone. I hated that so much about him because every time I try to get him to talk, to go out, to take a picture or something it's like he's embarassed to be with me.
It's no wonder that our dates are usually at home, I feel like I'm just a toy he keeps sheltered and away from anybody else.
I hate that about him, about us.
When he tried to move away I wrapped myself tighter around him, whispering 'stop'.
"I need to go." He said.
"If you leave, you will never see me again." He pulled away from me and left me there staring at him from the floor. He opened the door and didn't say one word as he closed it behind him and left. He left. St that very moment I kept that promise to myself, for the sake of myself.
Another month went by and I was slowly trying to forget. Slowly, but surely.
But when another tragedy happens again and you start to wonder; why is this happening to me? Do I deserve all this?
I stared at the ceiling while listening to the sounds of the machines beeping and start to wonder how I even got here.
Right, car accident. Just my luck.
"What the fuck happened to her? Why wasn't anyone watching her?!" Tae's voice boomed outside my room and I covered my head with a pillow. I kind of froze when I heard the familiar rumbling voice.
It was also just my luck to see him so much after we broke it off.
I heard the door burst open and I peeped though the pillow just to see Taeyeon huffing and puffing.
I groaned in the pillow and covered my eyes, I didn't want to even deal with him anymore. I wonder how he knew where I was, what happened and how fast he got here.
"What the fuck Steph! Why didn't you tell me this happened? Do you know how fucking worried I was when the hospital called me?!"
"Please stop, you're disturbing the peace."
"Fuck your peace! Stephanie what the fuck is wrong with you?! You can't just worry me sick like that! Why didn't you tell me anything?!" He plucks the pillow off my face and throws it across the room.
Well he looks like a mess. He looks like a bum on the streets. I pity him, but I really don't want anything to do with him anymore.
"Why do you even care?" I blurt out. I faced the other way and looked at the fruit basket on the little table instead.
"W-What?" His quivering voice made me soften, I missed his voice. I missed him, when he bursted through that door there was a part of me that was relieved to even see him even when I thought I was deviating myself away from him. It all came crashing down and I was so frustrated with myself.
"Why do you care? We're done. Our lives don't matter to each other anymore."
You told me you didn't love me anymore, we also broke up. What more of an end do you want Taeyeon.
"Why are you saying that? We hav- we had something. That just doesn't fade away in an instant." He sits on the edge of my bed and sighs deeply. His hands were both bandaged but you could clearly see the blood staining the gauze a deep red.
"You got into a fucking car accident! Your leg is crippled! What have you been doing that involves you not even looking after yourself?!" Thinking about you Tae, I was thinking about you.
"I'm fine, it's just a car accident. It was late at night and the driver didn't see me when he made a turn okay? It's nothing, I'll be discharged from here in a day. This shouldn't concern you."
He shakes his head. "Your well-being concerns me."
"Why do you care again? Can you just leave? I really don't feel like doing this with you right now." I saw his fists ball up and the next thing I knew was him kicking over a chair.
"You were the one who wanted to take a break and leave me! You we're the one that left, I wasn't! Stop pushing me away!"
I stayed silent, watching his chest heave up and down with his eyes blood shot red.
"How can I not care about you?! I'm still so madly crazily in l-" He pauses and rephrased for a few seconds. I filled in that last word with love because what else could it be? But then again he looked at me straight in the eyes and said he didn't.
I couldn't accept it. There was such a lie behind it. "Y-You mean the world to me Stephanie, the world." His voice cracked at the end of his sentence and through the hospital lights on the ceiling, I saw the glint in his eyes. He was tearing up but I knew he was trying so hard not to let a single drop fall.
I'm lying to myself if I don't miss him. But I really can't do this again, I'm so scared of being left like I was a few months ago. This is so bad, I'm so insecure that I can't even imagine a relationship with Tae without pondering if he'll do me the same as Nick did.
"I don't feel the same." He hung his head low and bit his lip. He turned around while sticking his hands in his pocket. I could still see his face in the reflection of the big glass window.
I saw him nod his head a couple of times before leaning on the glass window.
"I miss you." He whispers so softly, enough to make me want to reply to my little gentle bear.
"I miss you too."
"I love you." I froze at that phrase. You said you didn't. Make up your mind, please. It's wrong to even long for the words to be said from him to me. He does? Or does he not. I can't tell anymore, it's so confusing.
I missed that, I missed him telling me that he loves me everyday. But I don't feel like I love him the same anymore.
It's fading, and I'm slowly getting over the guy that changed everything for me and gave me hope.
Silence, Tae and I's arch nemesis. Was it wrong I didn't reply to his 'I love you' because I didn't.
I turned away from him and slept on the other side, burying my face into the blanket as I cried. He was watching me I can feel him watching me as I sobbed in the damn blanket. At the same time I despised him for everything he's done, I wanted him to hold me. To console me, to tell me it's going to be okay even though it won't because everything has hit the fan.
I finally fell asleep when I felt my eyes droop close. I didn't even register the pain in my leg. The car accident didn't mean anything to me when he was here. I was busy trying to close up the wound and pain in my heart than to deal with my leg.
With swollen and wet eyes that were painted with my cries, I hugged my stuffed animal closer to me. Even that was a big part of Tae. The monkey was his. He gave it to me. And I loved every bit of that plush with all my heart.
"Fany-ah." He murmured, stroking my hair. "We can't stay here, we have to go." I blinked twice, moving my body only to be met with a cold numbing sensation in my lower leg. I looked around as dazed as I could ever be. I realized where I was, who I was with and why I was here.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." I said, getting up and pushing his hand away.
"Don't fight me on this." He mutters. I shook my head and reached for the bottle of water that was slightly out of my reach.
He handed it to me and sighed. I looked up at him as I took a sip of water. "I'm not going anywhere with you." I repeated.
He clenched his jaw and looked at the door. He pulled out my IV line and ripped the overs off me, turning around quickly to get his jacket. He tried to put it on for me but I resisted, I pushed him away and practically screamed. He kept trying to make me wear it but in the end I threw it across the room, using my hands to get him as far away from me as I could.
I pushed him away and grabbed anything I could to hit him with it, be it a water bottle or my phone. The fruit basket looked good to hit him with too.
"Stop it! Stop it Fany-ah!" He says, holding my hands tightly and away from him.
"No! Leave me alone! You're a liar! You lied to me!" I wailed, tiring myself out exponentially.
I hit the emergency button above my bed and he cursed, picking me up as he opened the door and raced down the hall.
I made a racket, I wanted to draw attention to us because I don't want to be with him anymore. I want nothing to do with Tae. I grabbed onto anything I could as we walked past the hallways. The walls, the poles, the vending machine and even that stupid plant in the corner. They were all victims of my frantic mauling.
I was sobbing by the time I was in his car. He had pulled the seatbelt across my body and clicked it in. I had scratched him, hit him and did everything I could possibly do to not leave.
When he got into the drivers seat I started slapping my hand on the windshield, knocking on it to get anyone attention. We were only in the car for another 10 minutes before I slumped back into my seat, gripping the seatbelt tightly in my palms as I sobbed.
I could just open the door and jump out of a moving car, but I didn't want to die. But how desperate was I? Enough to have my hand over above the door's handle.
I looked up when we came to a stop and I had wished I jumped out of the car sooner. We were back at his stupid safe house. The house that ended it all. It pains me.
The door car opened and I his face popped to the side of my vision. He had some worrisome eyes but I brushed it off. He was the last thing I wanted to see. His hand reached out to me and was going to unbuckle my seatbelt but I didn't let him. "Don't, touch me." I gritted through my teeth as I slapped his hand away. I was still hiccuping pretty badly. I looked so distressed, so pitiful.
"I'm just trying to help you." He dared to say. That made me so mad. I didn't want his help. I want him to leave me alone.
"By kidnapping me and taking me to this place to have my holed up in? I'm in pain. My leg hurts, I can't even walk. What if something happens? Wheres the nearest doctor? Oh right, we're fucking isolated from civilization so if I had a stroke I'd probably die in this stupid mansion in the middle of a forest because you're no doctor."
He stepped aside and I unbuckled my seatbelt, holding onto the open door as I carefully left the seat. Truth be told, I could barely stand. My leg was crippled and in pain. The other leg that was 'functioning' was numb, and felt like jello.
I took one step and before I knew it I almost fell to the ground. But of course, the mighty Tae was there to save me for all the bad. SuperTaeng my ass.
"Please don't refuse my help? You have to be here."
"Why! Why do I have to be here! and to be here with you! Can't you just leave me with Heechul or Kris?! Anyone but you!"
"I'd like to watch you myself."
"I'd rather you not!"
He sighs and picks me up suddenly bridal style which literally made m e scream and held onto him. I was too exhausted to scream and shout at him to put me down. I'm too tired to fight back.
I timidly looked up and I saw how pronounced his jaw was, how defined it was and how there was a big slash on it. A part of me wanted to touch it gently, to aid it back to health. But another part of me didn't care.
He brought me up to a guest room. I don't know why, but I thought he'd place me in his room. As soon as he laid me in bed I looked around the room and saw a duffel bag and my luggage. Prince's little fluffy bed was on the side and my monkey plush George was sitting on the nightstand to the left of me. I thought I left it in the hospital.
"W-Why are my things here?"
"They trashed your house. I took the necessities and put them in a bag. You'll be here for awhile till I sort things out."
"What do you mean they trashed my house? Who? Your stupid rivals?!"
"Yeah. The man behind that car, was one of them."
"Fuck you Tae." He shot me a look and it wasn't anything 'bad' but t was like a surprised look. Surprised that I'd swear at him so bluntly.
"This is all your fault. everything that happens to me just always has something to do with you. I'm stuck here, crippled and in so much fucking pain that I can't even walk by myself. I'm in a room with a cheater."
"Fany-ah. I'll fix it. Okay?"
"This is beyond repair, and you know that." But thanks for trying. I guess.
He nodded once and turned around to fiddle with something on the desk. I laid back in the fluffy bed and rested myself. All this crying, screaming and utter pain in my leg has gotten to me. I just want to sleep it away.
I drifted in and out of sleep but I woke up occasionally to see Tae walking around my room. The first time I opened my eyes I saw him on a ladder, screwing in a light bulb in the room's ceiling fixture. The second time I woke, I saw him sitting on a small wooden stool, neck deep with a screw driver in a heater or something. The third time I did, he had taken all of my clothes from my luggage and folded them neatly, placing them in drawers and closets. The last time I awakened, I saw him place a sandwich wrapped in cling wrap and a bottle of water on the desk. He placed a napkin beside it and wrote something on it before heading to the door. He turned around, scanning the room one last time and before he got to see me I shut my eyes quickly, making him believe I was still asleep.
The click of the door shuts and I open my eyes slowly. Every time I happened to open my eyes Taeyeon was there. He spent so much time in my room and it felt so weird.
I crawled out of bed slowly like the slowest snail on earth and reached for the sweater on the chair; barely.
I had to slowly let myself on the floor and inch my body up to the desk. My hand reaches up and kept patting the top of the desk, wanting nothing but the note. The sandwich did look tempting but it wasn't important.
I felt a soft cloth and I immodestly curled my fingers and grabbed it, quickly leaning against the desk as I eyed the neat handwriting.
Steph,
Please eat the sandwich I made you and drink some water. The remote is on the night table for the TV. Painkillers are also in that drawer. A reminder, every night I'll have to assist you in showering since it'll be nearly impossible for you to do it yourself, and I'll have to change your bandages daily. Ill be downstairs if you need me most likely, so don't hesitate to call me for help.
Taeyeon
Great. A shower with him, just what I need.
That night I avoided him like the plague, but I did eat the sandwich he made me.
I was sitting there on the bed staring at the blank screen of the TV because I couldn't figure out how to turn it on but I didn't want to call Tae, just because I didn't want to see him. Or deal with me, or interact with him.
Yeah.
I heard a couple knocks on the door and it opened, his head peered in and I snapped my head to his stupid face.
"Did you hear me say come in?"
He shook his head and looked a bit guilty. I felt kind of a bitch too. I didn't really want to be so rude to him but I couldn't help it.
"Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed okay?"
"I'll do it myself."
"It's not up for debate, it'll be hard for you so just let me do it."
"No, I don't need you to invade my personal space more than you already have."
He went around my bed and pulled the covers off me and was reaching to pick me up but I kicked him in the crouch and he knelt down in pain.
"Don't touch me, don't get close to me. If you forgot, my other leg is perfectly fine."
He bit his lip and grabbed the sheets in his fists tightly. He stood up after a minute and I looked away.
"I'm going to sit here for the longest fucking time till you take a shower and change your bandages." He said through his teeth. I too a glance and I knew he was a little upset.
"I can take care of myself without you babying me. It'll be hard yes, but I can do it. Don't you remember? You were the one who dragged me here."
He sighed and his shoulders dropped. Admit defeat Tae, you can't win against me. "Why are you pushing me away?" He said.
"I don't want to be with you anymore. I just want nothing to do with you anymore. I want out, completely out."
"Miyoung."
"No, don't call me that. I don't want to see you. I want to leave, I want to go home."
"Is that what you want?" I nodded eagerly.
"Okay." He agreed without any protests. He got up and left. The rest of the night I didn't hear fro him even though I kind of prepared for him to storm in my room and drag me to the tub. But he didn't.
I went to shower myself which was indeed a hard thing to do. I had to lift myself off the bed and onto the floor. I looked like freaking zombie, crawling on the floor to get to places. But when I did end up into the bathroom I was far too weak to even sit up and try to haul myself over the ledge and into the tub. I ended up just opening the shower door and getting into it, sitting on the showers floor as I took the most steamiest shower while sitting there.
Even when I did successfully leave the shower with a clean body, I had to bandage myself up. I did the worlds worst wrapping job and just gave up. I pushed aside the medical kit and angrily hit my pillow out of frustration. I didn't sleep well that night.
It was another day of my continuous pain. I had already taken painkillers but by this point, it seemed like they were just white pills that did nothing.
I cried so much because of it, locking myself in the room avoiding him at all costs. But that never stopped him.
Nothing can stop that guy from involving him with me in everything.
"Leave me alone, don't touch me." I said, swatting his hand away as I heard a plate being broken.
"Fany." He grumbled, touching my arm gently.
"No, I hate you. Why do you have to involve me in this!"
"Fany." He said again.
"Stop caring! Just leave! Please, just leave!" I wailed, slapping his arm.
"I'm just trying to help you Fany-ah."
"I don't need your fucking help Tae! Why can't you understand that!"
"Why have you gotten so cold to me? Are you really that bitter towards me?" He says.
"Yes! Yes I really am!"
"Fany-ah." He pleaded once again, he body relaxing almost as a sign of defeat, or he was just giving up.
"Where is my phone? I want to leave I want Sooyoung, I want Heechul I want anyone but you."
"They know I have you here, just not where. I can't let you go for now."
"Why! You're keeping me against my will I don't want you here, I don't want your help!"
"If they come here, if anyone sees you with any of them they'll die. Fany-ah, I don't want to do this to you either bu-"
"You don't, you haven't talked to me for the past 2 fucking months and now you show up like you're some damned superhero trying to save me from the fucking world? We're not living in some make belief shit. I don't need your pity, I don't need a Prince charming trying to do me some good. Leave, me the fuck. Alone. I want nothing to do with you. Yo-you've hurt me so bad. I-I'm tired Taeyeon. I'm really fucking tired."
He doesn't say anything but reached down and picked up the shattered plate. He grabbed a towel and went down on his hands and feet, cleaning up the mess. Busied himself with anything but me.
He threw them in the trash and washed his hands. He looked up at me and we held our gazes for so long. I was throwing daggers at him with my eyes but he held a soft expression. He didn't return my glares back.
He looked nice, kind. I felt like I looked mean, and a little bit over the top.
"I just want to fix this, and this is the only way I can without hurting anyone else that's close to you. Sounds ridiculous, but if only I could tell you what I know then I'm sure you'll understand. You're a smart girl, a bright one." Bullshit. Don't tell me lies.
"Then tell me, because I'm running out of options."
"I can't." He said. I threw a book at him and practically dragged myself out of the room, tears in my eyes with frustration.
I locked myself in the room I hated the most, which was his. I don't know why, but I did. I leaned against the door, fearing that even if eh did manage to unlock it that maybe my body weight would stop the door from opening, shutting him out and letting me be. I was so stupid. I was such a fool.
"Let me go. I hate you." I muttered.