[2] Wish: Bloom Of Spring | Taegyu Fanfiction

Chapter 47: Doubts

Doubts

“Your ex… how did he died?”

Beomgyu hyung stops from fixing the futon on the mat that’s on wooden floor of the tree house and he looks at me. “I didn’t know…”

“Wait,” I frown. “You didn’t know he was dying and you didn’t know how he died? Are you really a couple?”

He sighs, “It’s really complicated, Taehyun,” he stated. “And before we could learn about each other more… time’s suddenly up,” he added.

“When did you two meet?” I asked again, now I’m getting more curious.

“I was a senior high,” he answered and continues doing his thing.

“And him?”

“He was… I don’t know,” he answered hesitantly.

My curious and frowning face went totally bland after hearing it. “Are you sure he isn’t an imaginary human? How is that even possible!?” I reacted and move closer to him. “Aside from his name, you don’t know anything about him?”

“Yeah…”

“Whoa,” I exclaimed. “I don’t even know if I should believe you. Anyway, stop shouldering all your baggage and…” I smile first, “Thank you for opening up to me.”

“Thank you too…” he whispered. “For the comfort… and such…”

My smiles went wide after hearing that. There’s a progress! Something’s happening. Beomgyu hyung slowly accepting my friendship and opening up things to me.

Everything will be alright… indeed.

I sleep on the futon while he’s on the hammock that’s near the window of the tree house. It’s cold in here but bearable. The only light that’s giving the whole small room is from the oil lamp that’s on the mini folding table.

“You said earlier that you regret having a wish, why is that?” I ask to break the silence because I know he’s still awake. But he didn’t answer me, maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it for now. “Then may I know what that Taehyun’s personality?”

“Strong, smart, has one word, rational and logical, matured, he knows what he’s doing and he does what is best,” he answered.

“I’m all ears…”

“He always consider what’s best for me, he did everything to keep things on track, and we both know everything was my fault why we messed up but he still promised that everything will be fine,” he continued in his melancholy voice.

“That Taehyun… he loves you a lot,” I commented though feeling a fang on my chest.

“Did he?” he asks rhetorically that made me frown. “After couple of years since he died, I suddenly doubt that maybe he didn’t loved me at all… He did all of it because it was his responsibility…”

My brows are still knitted as he continues speaking, “Since the day he died, I always visit the crematorium— like everyday but when I started on my senior year, I got busied with CSAT preparations that I only visit him during weekends. But when I started college, it became twice a month or even never since my university is far from where I used to live. Then after three years when I visited him, his mom already transferred him somewhere… And I don’t have any idea where he is now…”