Therapist • KTH ✔

80. Chances

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The mind remembers the words, but the heart remembers how it feels. The mind can forget, but the heart will never.
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Amy's POV

A tall man dressed in a trench coat, hat and mask entered my room. I couldn't see any part of his face.

Social stigma? Depression? Inferiority complex?

Smiling, I greeted him and motioned for him to sit down, and he did so while taking off his hat and mask when I was flipping through the pages in my notebook.

My eyes lifted from the notebook to look at the man, and my heart stopped beating abruptly. I felt as if a train of emotions had just run over me, turning me into a block of frozen solid.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't speak.

I couldn't hear.

My eyes widened, and they wouldn't blink.

My limbs trembled, and my stomach twisted as I forced myself to look away from his intense eyes and his soul-piercing gaze while I nervously kept clicking the pen in my right hand.

Taehyung leaned back in the chair, his gaze not wavering one bit, making me extremely conscious of my every move. I didn't have to look for more than three seconds to notice how ethereally handsome he looked today—as always—but I intentionally avoided eye contact.

Don't look into his eyes. My God! Is he aging in reverse?

My heart was melting and thudding heavily, the beats nowhere closer to human limits, but the pain in my chest overpowered the fluttering of my heart since the bruises inside were bleeding and hurting more. Out of extreme nervousness, I kept biting the inside of my cheeks and lips, and I hated it that he had this effect on me.

We both remained silent for a while, with just the sounds of our breathing and the pen clicking filling up the silence in the room until I let out a long breath to release some of my nervousness and decided to talk first.
"What brings you here?" I asked, looking down at my notebook.

Don't look at him!

"I want to talk to you," he replied in his voice so deep and silky that had literally been my lifeline for so many years.

My skin bristled, and I had chills down my spine hearing his voice in real life, so close after all these years, and the memories that I could never forget in a hundred lifetimes came flooding through my mind in full force.

Sighing, I clutched on to the pen tighter to give some stability to my trembling fingers.

"I want to spend my life with you and MinJun. I want to make up for all the lost time" he said firmly

My eyes shot up to look at him.
"Why now? Did I say I want to spend the rest of my life with you?" The tone of my voice was cold and sarcastic with a strong hint of anger, but I felt he might hypnotize me with his eyes so powerful.

Those eyes made my stomach twirl.

I was so nervous that my voice sounded not like mine, and I broke into a sweat, but I felt chills on my skin too. I looked and felt like a mess although I tried my best not to show it to Kim Taehyung.

Chewing the corners of his lips, he leaned forward and pushed a few pinned papers to me across the table, and I knew what they were.

Calm down now!

"What's this?" I quizzed him, not bothering to touch the papers.

"This is our DNA profiling report. I am MinJun's father," he announced confidently, and I let out a chuckle that was surprisingly dripping with sarcasm.