I stared at my 15-year old self in the mirror and wondered what Kim Taehyung sees when he looks at me. People say I'm cute, like they always want to pinch my cheeks kinda cute. I'm a contradiction of sorts, though. I like it when people look at me but I squirm inside. Being an introvert does that to someone.
That fateful summer, I started to feel some rather unusual sensations when Taetae looks at me a certain way. Does this boy know the kind of power he holds over me? We've literally known each other forever but when did things change? Or more importantly...why?
Why would Kim Taehyung pay special attention to an average joe...Jeon to be exact? I'm not special. Meanwhile, he has the most striking eyes I have ever seen. I could just get lost in them but it scares the shit out of me. The topic of sexual orientation never came up. Heck, I didn't even know I could feel certain things about someone of the same gender!
Yet here there I was, blushing like a schoolgirl each time our eyes met. I felt like a princess. I felt valued and cherished. For the first time ever... I felt loved.
Perhaps this Jungkook could learn to love himself.
My mom had her favorite child and it wasn't me. I was subjected to constant criticism and negativity that I started to question if I was an adopted child. I was always in the top ten of my class. I did all the household chores assigned to me. I participated in several extra curricular activities so I could get into a good uni. I never got into trouble.
Yet that was never enough for my mom. I was never good enough.
If my life had been a questionnaire and I got one wrong answer, she would focus on that, rather than all the right ones. Meanwhile, she let my sister Joona get away with anything. They made me feel like a burden. Like I was in the way of their happiness.
But then there's Taehyung who treats me with fragility. With such tender loving care. So much so that I found myself opening my heart to him. I was vulnerable but I trusted him. I couldn't pinpoint the exact time, but I fell in love with my beautiful, precious Taetae.
I knew Tae felt the same way about me. I knew it in the way his hand would lightly brush against mine. I knew it when he cared for me that one time I got sick. I knew it when he would pick summer berries for me. I knew it when he would ignore the girls who approached him.
I knew Kim Taehyung loved me too on that day that we were on top of the hill, under the shade of the tree and somehow ended up in a hug.
God, that felt amazing. Being in Tae's arms...feeling his fingers running through my hair. I knew he loved me because I felt his heartbeat was as fast as mine.
I knew he loved me when his lips softly touched mine. It felt like heaven. I probably shed a tear.It was the single most memorable time of my life.
I was in heaven with my angel, Tae.
From a distance, however, was the devil herself, seething with rage. Joona.
