I Saw Her First || TaeRoseKook

✧︎「︎Who was she?」︎✧︎

Taehyung's pov

I fidgeted with my pen as I looked down at my computer, with an empty head. Yet again, I found myself at the quiet café hidden from the streets of Seoul, with nothing to write about.

University isn't my cup of tea, nor any help to my mental health. It's got my brain twisted and my head hurting almost every second of the day. Everything from my sanity to my ability to socialize to my grades are simply falling apart. I could have a mental breakdown right here and right now if people weren't watching. I have missing assignments, deadlines that are coming closer and closer as the days go by, projects that I can't find the time for—and it's all just stressful.

The only thing keeping me going at this point is my best friend, Jimin. He constantly checks up on me, helps me with my assignments as much as he can, and drags me to parties when needed. Though, the parties are only for when I reach my peak of stressfulness. He's learned to respect my hate for people and socializing. Words cannot express how much I need and appreciate him.

He and his girlfriend, Jennie, always drag me around various places with them wherever they went, making me third-wheel and feel like the single bitch I am. Even though I'm really glad to see my closest friends happy together, I feel a bit envious watching the two thrive in such a perfect relationship.

The only idea I have about romance is from the novels I pick up at the library. The words written in books makes love sound so sweet and magical, and I wonder if it's really like that. The only love I've experienced, and still am experiencing, is my love for literature.

I could spend all spend all day cuddled up in my bed reading a good book. Reading is like my only escape from the harsh reality of the world. The sound of a turning page was always pleasant to my ears. The way the words fit together so perfectly satisfied the tension in my mind in some odd way.

To me, this is love. To adore every aspect of something. That is love.

I take a deep breath before grasping reality. Once again, I stare at the blank document on my computer. My cursor hovers over the empty white page that was waiting to be typed on. Although I was a decent writer, you could never find me writing for school as if it were natural. It's never peaked my interest to have a topic to write about, for I am a man that lets my imagination take control. I felt myself becoming bored and losing interest for my schoolwork again.

I looked around the cozy and compact café. It wasn't very well know, being the fact it was pretty much concealed from the noisy society as the entrance was hiding in an alleyway no one would even care to look down.

But that's how I liked it, not too many people around to make me nervous. And the ones that were around, never minded my presence and were kept to themselves, just like me.

Despite the building next to the café covering the view of the boisterous city, the sun still shone through the tall windows, yet it was still very dull inside. And that was never a problem, I admired the dark tones in the room.

There was only one particular person who was almost always here the days that I am. And as I look around the room, I spot them, sitting in their usual spot, as I sit in mine. I've never spoken to the man before, and I don't plan on ever doing so.

I always just observe him from afar. So far, we've had 14 encounters, but have never had a conversation. I've never even shared a simple smile or even a friendly wave with him. But that's the way I like it. I don't need more people in my life, Jimin and Jennie are enough for me.

I haven't seen this boy, who looked as if he was around my age, anywhere besides at this tiny café. I was slightly curious to know more about them despite being the introvert I am.