Reincarnation Of Lost Love (A Vsoo FF)

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Taehyung is so popular, that it's hard to catch him alone at school without his amazingly fun friends and a flirty group of girls. Even though I was trying to catch him alone, my breath was hitching when he came over to the lonely spot where I ate lunch when my other three girls were busy with cheerleading practice and I was left alone.

 It's a pretty spacious window sill with a view of the bus area at the far end of the cafeteria entrance hallway, no one passes through here and Taehyung somehow found me, carrying two trays of lunch. Gosh, he noticed that I was skipping meals.

Ok, I'm a big foodie but that phone call a week ago somehow made me sick, and the diary I found in the old library was empty besides that two or three mysterious entries, were giving me many feelings that eventually made me sick again.

" You shouldn't skip meals you know," Taehyung says, and I suck in a breath as he sits next to me on the window sill and places one tray on my lap. He remembered that my favorite was the alfredo pasta we got so rarely in our cafeteria. He was a man of details is all I know. Why does that sound oddly familiar?

" I know, " I sigh, picking up the plastic fork and digging into the creamy alfredo. I make a sound of delight when my tongue hits the first bite, I quickly quiet down when I see Taehyung smiling. We ate through half of our lunch in thick silence, when finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I spoke up, " What about the dreams Taehyung? What do you make of them?" I ask. He shrugs, " It's a blessing, seeing your face in my dreams too," he says, smirking. I blush, trying to hide it with a huge bite of pasta. He smiles knowingly, knowing exactly what he did to me.

He's probably always known.

" Jisoo?" he says, staring through the window, I wonder what is so interesting in the view of the bus area, now he simply insists on looking anywhere but me. I nod, urging him to continue, " Do you ever feel a bond with someone? Like you know you were made for them, they for you? Do you ever look at someone and feel like, ' Oh hey, that's exactly the person I was born here for,'? " I widen my eyes at his words, taking a second to sink that in. 

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say, I didn't need to say anything. Taehyung leaned in and our lips met for just a fraction of a second. Then he left me in the hallway, left to wonder whether what just happened was real or not. I tossed away my pasta tray, which had run cold, curled my knees to my chest, and stayed there for a long, long time. Until the bell for dispersal had rung.

Belvoir, Riftan's Wing

I pushed through the throng of servants of the Belvoir castle, some of the servants, knowing me through Eden, reminded me that the event was being held in about twenty minutes and I was still dressed in that filthy cloak I had jumped through the window with. I sprinted until I reached the room with Hyuntae labeled on the door, still breathless, and with an extra set of nerves piled on me, I knocked on the door.

He pulls open the door, as majestic as ever, he's wearing such an expensive dress, that I had to blink twice at it to register that it existed. He's wearing a beautiful white rococo shirt and an exquisite beige vest on top of it. The look of the outfit itself makes me want to cry. I slowly meet his deep eyes, it's not twinkling.

With all the courage I could muster, I looped my arm through his and gave him the best smile I could, slightly flinching at our contact. And I led him inside the room, much to his surprise. " You were not with Isla when she came out," he says, surveying my ragged cloak, I shrug, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

 " I need to dress up for the event," I say matter-of-factly, and sink into his bed, trying to appear confident. He smirks, (uh oh, bad sign). He latches both of his hands on my hips, " You've been doing something haven't you, Your Majesty?" he asks, I'm almost close to tears now, he thinks I was doing something small and innocent. Then I notice his hands on my waist and suddenly feeling really courageous and thinking about how I only live once, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him into a kiss.

I didn't expect that small thing to make me feel this way, even though my whole body was tingling, tears started spilling.

' I love him,' my mind repeats again and again, tears won't stop, ' I do love him, I'm killing the man I love,' more tears, and this time Hyuntae notices and pulls away as quickly as he leaned in. " Sooji? " he asks, I cry even more, why does he care about me so much? Why can't he figure out that I was helping to kill him?

Loud knocks then start, and I grip Hyuntae's shoulders tighter. " Don't go," I plead, " Please," Hyuntae frowns but lets me keep a tight grip on him, but the knocks grow louder, and it's quite clear that the person knocking doesn't intend to just call Hyuntae for the event. Doors fall.

Wood splinters everywhere.

An arrow pierces me right through my ribs, and I let go of Hyuntae, who is looking at me in horror. 

" Sooji?" he whispers right before an iron arrow hits him at the heart.