Cherry | K.TH

chapter thirty three

t a e t a e

A party at Saturday night in Yugyeom's house. I don't know if it's a good idea going there in the first place. I ignored him for a while now, too mad to even see his face. I need a companion to go there, to see her since she's going there. But I don't have anyone at the moment.

I feel my phone vibrating on the table. I check the caller and it was Chen. My eyes lit up and I thought maybe he'll ask me to come with him. He probably noticed that I was alone and I ditched class today.

"Taehyung, you left me alone today!" He started off, laughing at the end.

I smile, "Yeah, sorry. Something came up."

"I understand," He says. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come at Yugyeom's party. You don't have to, but just asking."

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"Great, just don't ditch me again."

"Yeah, I won't."

Then the call ended like that. My calls were short since I don't like talking. If it was long, I'll try to make it small. Only Y/n would have long night calls with me. It was FaceTime which I personally like doing with her.

Now I rarely have calls. I never made calls, the others did. I don't had the need or the strength to call someone.

Sitting on the chair, I made myself comfortable with a cup of alcohol. I drank way more these past weeks and I didn't seem to notice it. I tried to take coffee or some other drinks but it kept pulling me towards the drugs.

I scroll down on Instagram and the first thing I saw was Y/n's profile on the top. The first story I usually watch. I was scared to see it because I don't want her to be creeped out that I still look at her profile.

Instead, I clicked on her profile and I saw that she deleted most of the posts that I was partly in it. There was my leg or my hand in those pictures. Or even some pictures I took of her. She deleted them all.

That's when I couldn't resist it and clicked on her story to see what she put. There she was smiling with another man beside her. He was giving her a side hug as she showed the sunset behind them. I clicked again and I saw them posing cutely together. Then, I clicked again for the last time and it was that guy, playfully biting her cheek.

I grasp my phone tightly enough for the tears to fall. She has already moved on. I mean, look at them. He seems like a nice guy who will never hurt a single thing. He looks so innocent and she does too. I was supposed to be in his place. Not him.

I threw my phone on the couch and got up. Frustration and anger took over me. I took the glass and drank it in one go. Nothing matters anymore. I can't go on like this. This hurts way more than I thought it would. I'm not used to this.

Grabbing my car keys and my phone, I got out of my messy apartment. I walked hurriedly to the elevator as the others glanced at me. I never said hi or good morning. I just nod and leave. Now I don't even do that.

The elevator goes down at the last floor. I walk to my car and start the car. The only place I go to was a place I used to cherish and found myself comfort it. It was a place that couldn't be replaced no matter how many times I moved. That specific place was just beautiful. Now I just need to go there. Even if it was 2 hours away from my house.

I didn't put songs on or anything. Just the window was open and I just made myself comfortable for the next two hours.

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I stare in front of the house. I look up, left and right. The flowers were beginning to slowly fade away since winter is coming up. But nothing has changed. The tree's leafs were falling down as I walk towards the door.

Gulping down my saliva, my hand went to the doorbell. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to come here after what I've done. For the moment I need them, and if they push me away, I'll gladly accept it.

I push the doorbell and anxiously waited. I stare down at the concrete floor as the door opened. I saw her feet, her nails were still in a blue colour like always. She was wearing jeans with a sweater.

Then I see her shocked face. Her hand on her mouth as she let out a whimper. Her eyes fades away like Y/n's when she smiles or cries.

She puts her hand around my waist and pulls me in. She started sobbing in my chest as I put my arms around her shoulder, pushing my face towards her hair. She still smelled like sunflowers.

Then, I started crying, grasping her tighter. The moment was not explainable. I missed her so much, I regret so many things. I hate to see her cry especially when it's because of me. I wish I was never a bad kid, I wish I was dead sometimes. Maybe she wouldn't have been crying every night because of my stupidness but my death.

"Taehyung," She says, pulling away and putting her hand on my cheek. She wipes my tears away with her thumb, as worry rushed into her eyes. "What's happening? Did something went wrong? You usually never came to visit unless you brother ask you too."

"Mom," I sniffle. "I made a huge mistake."