7 + 1 Talents ♪ KTH

Chapter 18 / Studio

Seoyeon's POV

Today was the day I was allowed to exit the hospital. I stayed for almost a week, my mental condition was shit. Yoongi came by every day, he also mentioned he skipped a lot of practices. He brought homecooked food and stuff to make me feel better. But I didn't.

I actually felt even worse this way.

I didn't even know what happened after I blacked out. I guess they either delayed or completely cancelled the show, and to be honest, I wasn't mad about it. Something must have happened that my brain just stopped functioning back then.

I was sitting on the bed, thinking. What even happened to Taehyung after that? Was he forced to answer the question the host gave? I hoped he didn't.

Somebody knocked on the door and tore me out of my thought.

"Come in."

And there he stood.

Though, his gaze was harder than usual. I hadn't seen him since I woke up, he only facetimed me once together with the others. I could tell something was off.

"Hi."

"Hey. Are you okay?"

He simply nodded and took my bag. "Yoongi hyung requested me to pick you up since Namjoon couldn't let him pass on the practices anymore."

I hummed in confirmation and sat up, walking towards him. Without thinking, I hugged him tight. Though, he didn't hug me back. I hastily let go.

I guess something really did happen while I was blacked out.

We silently left the building after I informed the doctor. The drive was just as quiet.

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When we came back, the first thing was Yoongi running up to me and pulling me into a hug. He's been really worried about me, I could tell.

I assured him that I was better now, and that I was really excited for more practices. I knew I needed to go to the dance studio in the evening now too since I missed just as much as Yoongi.

But before I went, we had a nice welcome back dinner made by Seokjin.

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I threw my bag over my shoulder and went down the stair case. The clock in the corridor told me the time. Only 8 PM. Good.

I slid on my sneakers and after telling my brother where I was going I left the house.

The sky was still slightly light up, the sun hadn't fully gone down yet. I inhaled deeply. Even though it was April already the air was still cold, implying upcoming cool weather.

I walked down the side walk, taking in the nice decorations in some of the neighbors foreyards.

It did not take me long to eventually reach the studio. To my relief, none of the lights were on. I had the whole building to myself. I fiddled out the key Namjoon gave me and went inside, closing the door behind me. I made my way through the dark hallways, ending up in front of the same room we always practiced in.

I pushed down the handle, looking inside and almost dying because of a heart attack.

Who the fuck sat there in the dark?!

I turned on my phone flashlight to identify the weird person, and to my relief it was just Taehyung. He sat there cross legged, looking up to the full moon through the huge window, just like that night he bought ice cream for me.

I exhaled softly, walking over to him, but making sure he noticed my presence. Though he did not bother to turn his head.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice not louder than a whisper.

He shrugged and kept staring up to the night sky. I sat down beside him, not knowing what to say and simply followed his gaze.

The moon shimmered, stars sparkling around it. Some clouds stained the endless dark blue, causing it to look even more magical.

We stayed like this for a long while, not opening our mouths once. No words were spilled to break the deafining silence between us.

"You really wanna know why I'm here?"

Taehyung's sudden words made me so startled, I almost fell over from my seating position and gazed to him, though he did not look at me.

He sighed and hung his head low. "I wanted to escape for a while."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Escape? From what?"

He finally met my eyes. But I never expected to find such hardness in them. They were colder than ice. I shrieked together.

"I came here to get away from you."

I gasped. Those words creeped deep into my heart, sending daggers flying into it. Those simple words caused such an immense pain, I wanted to cry, but I tried to hold the tears back.

"A-and why?" I brought out broken voiced.

He looked away again, leaving my question unanswered. I pleaded him to answer with my eyes, but he didn't react. But now I could see something.

His eyes were heavy lidded, he must have not slept for days. His beautiful chocolate eyes also lost their glimmer, their sparkle. His normally lucious pink lips became a flat line. And even his shoulders looked slumped.

What had happened to him?

Though before I could ask him, he stood up and left the room, not looking at me once. I wanted to go after him, I really did, but my body was frozen. I could not move a muscle and just silently watched him leave.

As the glass door closed behind him and his tall figure retracted, the tears started flowing uncontrollably. These hot droplets stained my cheeks and made them burn with misery.

What had I done that he was acting this way?