This night was the hardest of my life. Turning around became a hobby all of the sudden. My mind was so busy thinking about what happened today I couldnt shake Taehyung away and whatever he said.
Why is it torturing me like that?
A couple of words made me suffer and lose so many hours of sleep. I peeked at the hour on my lock screen only to realise I lost so many hours to bed trying to sleep. I didnt wanna lose school tomorrow but how am I going to wake up after this night of complete turture?
With a long sigh I decided to get up, My hands grabbed my head in discouragement until I almost gave up for a mere second.
Y/n: I need to get out...
It almost felt like I was in a desperate need for air. Like my house was in a lack of oxygen.. Like no matter how many windows I open the only thing that comes in is dust and smoke. My lungs need a first ounce of clear air.
Forcing myself to get dressed I suddenly looked like a complete clown in the mirror. This outfit must be illegal. Who cares though? All I wanted was to fill my brain with a great force of wind. I sneaked out of the room in my tippy toes. Namjoon would never let me out this late. In fact if he knows I'll probably suffocate because of his hands around my neck.
The hallways were dark and cold, meaning he is probably sleeping.
I literally sneaked out like a thief getting out of a house I just robbed. How funny life can get. I never expected to sneak out of the house - or hate myself!
The night was cold, no matter how many clothes I was wearing I could still feel a soft breeze caressing uncovered parts of bare skin all over my body. Air was playfully sliding in just to freeze me but at the same time it was relieving.
Walking down the empty streets, at first I didnt know where to go. The world seemed so big and wide I even stopped at my tracks to stare at the horizon.
Deciding to not stop walking after a while I realised I was indeed going somewhere, I just didnt plan to go. It kinda happened - naturally. Like I was destined to go there at this hour and think. Maybe because its the place I am always going when I need to think.
The treehouse.
I was staring at it for a while, realising I just came here on accident when it was not even an accident after all. I was in a desperate need for thinking and this place always provided me peace and quite.
Approaching the wooden ladder i breathe in and start to climb it. I finally step on the wooden floor of the treehouse but when I am ready to approach the edge and sit down I stop in my tracks. My eyes fall on a back. Someone is already sitting down on my treehouse.
Usually I would be creeped out and curious about that peculiar stranger but this time I distinguished this back. I knew this back, I knew this stranger. I could even breathe him in along with the oxygen.
For a weird reason even though I turned around ready to leave something stopped me. Even I have no idea what was that.
I approached him and sit right next to him. What am I doing? Why am I not running away? Why am I turning my head to look at him. I must be going crazy.
Y/n: What are you doing here?
He never turns to look at me, like he already knew I am here. He just barely smiled while looking at the horizon.
T: I dont know, I actually felt like I had to be here...
I had so many things to say, and nag but instead I kept it all back and stared to my front as well. What is he looking at?
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Game of hearts - Kth
FanfictionA game that brought two totally different people close. Who would have thought people could be haters and lovers at the same time?
