The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Two

The knowledge of returning to the campus grounds sunk into her blood, stinging her bones like millions of fireflies with brightly hot tails. The feeling enveloping her just wasn't the same. Nothing had changed. The building held its regime and royalty the same way it would have on any other day ; it's peak soaring into the never-ending skies. The archaic body of the structure still offered comfort and renewing to her eyes as before. It offered it's very best to the miserable inability she carried.

Each of the brick standing strong to the ground unlike what she had watched crumble before. She had failed to withstand the cold when it fell.

Jangmi loosened her shoulders, renewing her strength as the cake of smog rushed out of her mouth. Her feet began walking further in.

Heavens knew how much she had missed and how much couldn't be repaired.

Her eyes fluttered towards random directions at undecided moments, worrying that she would find Chaewon or someone else she didn't want to and it would all turn to dust. Thankfully, there weren't any situations that required speaking. The people who smiled were very less and they didn't care enough to ask her where she had been all this time. It somehow relieved and discomforted her at the same time.

The fact that nobody cared enough to notice, hurt. All the faces she knew were out of sight and the present weren't the ones she hoped concern from. Maybe she was going crazy after all. How could have the cake and eat it too?

Her feet halted at the humungous red hoisted up on the wall outside her class. The notice board.

The list was seamless. She couldn't recognise half the titles and projects. It was hard to decipher what was expected of her now. What was she going to do now? Would Kobin help her with this? She would pray for him to.

Jangmi bit on her lip and clicked a picture of the notice board with her phone before walking inside the warm abode. As expected, it was quiet and lifeless.

To the top corner was the seat she was going to take. But then, the back benchers.. Would they approve if she sat there? What if she ended up being more surrounded by choosing to sit there?

Jangmi swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she found a seat in the middle of one of the benches, somewhere she didn't remember anyone claiming places.

A tear splat on the textbook she had fished out of her bag and put on the desk. Not willing to stare at pages that were about to get blurred, she pulled her laptop out of the bag.

It would be helpful if she at least started with one of the missed assignments. She didn't have much choice either way.

After fifteen minutes of silence, life began flowing into the class. By the time another thirty minutes had passed, the classroom was full of students. Bright and happy smiles, eyes that crinkled. The sheer look ok their faces stabbed pulse. Her head went back to hanging low. This wasn't helping.

It was going to be okay. She could do this and get through. Just a class. That's all this was.

Her body froze when something tapped on her shoulder. Turning around, Jangmi looked into the eyes of a tiny girl wearing a vibrant pink sweater.

"Are you okay?" She asked empathetically.

For a second Jangmi was startled. She couldn't understand the question. The first thing that eroded her mind was if Taehyung had finally blown the pipe and announced about this to everyone. Or what if Chaewon had told everyone about their fight? But then, would they go this far? Would they really choose to demolish every last piece of her self esteem?

"Yes I am. Why?" Jangmi stuttered, half expecting to hear worse than she could take.

The girl shook her head in response as the sound of the professor drove the class to silence once again. Jangmi looked around to see the lecturer standing in the centre with the the face of someone she didn't recognise.