"We all have a bad past. No one sees you as weak or anything like that-" He started talking but I couldn't handle it. "Just, don't please. Whatever you heard, my truth is the one that counts." I said and continued as Sana sent me a worried glare. "There are a lot of different truths. Everyone has their own, so if you at least care about me like you show, you shouldn't listen to their truth before I tell mine." I said. "Do you really care that much about what I think?" He questioned and in the spur of the moment I answered, immediately regretting after. "Yes. No. No. I mean-no." I said and shut my eyes, the frustration taking over me. "Stop making me confused." I said as I stared into his eyes. "Everything was stable and good with me before you came." I said and got up, ready to leave. "I know it wasn't." He whispered, talking about the rumors he heard. "Fuck you, rat." I spat out and started walking out of the art room. I walked down the hallway and was stopped by my therapist.
"Dahyun. Time for a talk therapy session." He warmly spoke, not knowing how frustrated I was. I sighed and quickly answered. "I don't want to talk." I said. "I'll take the fucking meds and we can talk tomorrow, okay?" I rudely added and started walking past him. "Dahyun. That's not a way. If you want to talk-" He tried to speak but I cut him off, finishing his sentence. "You can drop by my office, I know. I'm feeling fucking amazing and I don't need the talk right now." I sarcastically spoke and made my way to mine and Taehyung's shared room. I walked inside and walked around in slight nervousness I felt. I took off his pure sweater, his scent being too much for me to handle at that moment.
I put on a black t-shirt and a light grey cardigan over it. I folded his sweater and kept it in my hands, trying to savor the softness of the material and Taehyung's scent that broke oxygen barriers. I pressed so close to my chest and enjoyed a few seconds before getting ready to give it back to him.
I was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Taehyung, and he was known for not knocking. It was a flaw of his, but right at that moment it was a precaution to not piss me off.
I immediately walked to him as he entered. I stood close yet focusing on keeping him comfortable, because even when I was furious I couldn't hurt him like that.
"Here." I hurriedly spoke. "Take it back." I motioned with my hands, keeping the knitted sweater gently in my hands. "No." He said in an absurd tone. I assumed he was talking about me wearing it, therefore making it dirty. "For fuck sake, I'll wash it, alright?" I said but he immediately answered. "It's not that." He slightly giggled but immediately turned his facial expression to a more serious one. "Then what?" I asked, trying to drag the answer out of him. "It keeps you warm, I'm not gonna take that away." He said, which made me lower my arm, holding the sweater in one of my hands. "So even after you heard what you've heard, you still want me- I mean, still, like, care about me?" I asked as he slightly smiled as I tried to change the question. "Only because I know you wouldn't like me after I'd told you about my past." He said and gulped. I furrowed my eyebrows in a confused manner. "It's not that bad." I said, comparing the two of us. "I'll tell you, but before that, give me some more time. Time with you." He said as I felt myself blushing, but stopped it and started speaking. "How are you not mad at me for saying all the stuff just a few minutes ago." I questioned. "I'm used to it. I know that wasn't you. And it never is you, actually. You're very easy to read, even if you hate that thought. That was just one of your...ways, let's say." He said as I furrowed my eyebrows, sighing and giving up to prove something that wasn't heading to a point in any way. "Angry when I'm right?" He asked in the same tone he did when we were in the art room. "Very." I said, this time in a slightly brighter tone. "I'm sorry I can't hug you right now or something. Still haven taken my meds to even force myself to do that." He excused himself so innocently to which I chuckled. "You know how to ruin a moment." I said and walked to my bed, putting the sweater down. He walked to his bed, on the opposite side and accidentally stepped on a daisy that fell out of the vase. "Oh-no." He said and kneeled down, trying to see if it was hurt.
