Different | k.th & m.sn

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M I N A T O Z A K I S A N A

Another beautiful morning in here. I am getting used to living here now. 

The fresh air, the scenery, it is just perfect. Every day is really healing to me. Well, I still miss shopping and all my favorite coffee shops, but in here; it's not bad either. 

I feel no pressure from my family.

Well, if we talk about Mark. My feeling has gone, I guess(?).

I grab my towel and some clothes to change after the shower. I walk to the door of my room and grab the doorknob. 

I open the door, to my surprise; Taehyung is now walking past my room. He still has his bed hair. His eyes turn to me as I open the door.

"Good morn-" 

I close the door quickly before he finished the sentence. I lean my back against the door.

My heart beats so fast after seeing him. My mind keeps flashing to what he said yesterday.

"I won't hide anymore"

"I won't hide anymore"

"I won't hide anymore"

I hit my head hard and I grab my hair. I slowly calm myself before I turn myself back to open the door.

I slowly open the door and peek outside, but then...

Taehyung grabs the door and gets inside my room. I scream as I hit him.

"Get out you stupid!" I keep hitting his arms.

"I'm not going anywhere, because I'm sure you are trying to avoid me over here" Taehyung said as he tries to grab my hands.

"I'm not!" I said.

"Then look at me" Taehyung finally gets a hold of my hands. I look up at him, our eyes met and hell no, my heart is about to explode.

I glance away.

"I said look at me" Taehyung repeats. 

"I already did!" I said as I turn my eyes somewhere else. 

"You don't even look at me for 2 seconds, Sana"  He argues back.

"No, I want to go shower. Let me go" I try to get my hands off him. 

"Then let shower together" Taehyung said as he grabs my hand out of the room.

My eyes widen.

"No no no!" I try to pull him back.

"Then look at me" He turns to face me again. 

"Gosh, you're so demanding!" I said.

"Or I'll won't let you off" He keeps arguing back. I just wanted to knock him off to die.

"Fine!" I stand still in front of him, and our staring contest begins.