Chapter 31
The Loud Silence
You know, what I fear the most? Words with Taehyung when I am really tensed. I always find my words struck in my throat for a while before I vent it out at him. I fear saying something that may hurt him in a way that makes him avoid me. That makes the atmosphere awkward.
I hate such a fear. But there is someone who said you tend to face what you fear. He was right.
I glance momentarily at him as I screech my cutlery in my plate. But to my disappointment, he didn't even stop me. He didn't talk to me. He didn't ask me why I am so upset. Like he used to do.
Now the only choice left to consider was me speaking first.
"Taehyung?", I nervously shifted my chair closer to the table. He stopped stirring his spoon in the bowl, but dared not to utter a word. His eyes were glued to the bowl, just like silence was glued to the room.
"I don't want to upset you in the morning, but can you at least reason your silence and distant behaviour to me? Did I do something wrong?", my hands were anonymously clutching tighter and tighter to the edges of the table, my eyes sticked to his face. Just a move of muscle, just a blink of eye, I could read him that way. Just please, express it, Taehyung, please.
Suddenly, his spoon started to spin in the bowl again, and he was back to his arrogant frown. He didn't take a note of me, neither did he consider at least muttering a response. I was left hopeless with my broken self.
"Yesterday, you chose to avoid me. Today, when you are not avoiding me, you are not responding either. Your eyes are hollow, your face only expresses arrogance. You are not moving a muscle. How am I supposed to make you happy this way? Communication is the key to a healthy relationship-"
"I never thought someone arrogant like you could consider yourself at fault for my behaviour. Since you have realised it is your fault, why don't you realise your mistake too?", with that, he stuffed his mouth again. "Don't cook yourself, I cannot have garbage every other day.", he kept away the spoon before rising from his seat.
I couldn't believe I sat there dumbfounded while he insulted me. I cannot believe, I became so vulnerable to him, once my enemy. My nervous self was now raging. My spoon was not screeching the plate in nervouness, but in anxiety.
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"Must be nice to treat your wife like trash.", Jimin swung the door open. I failed to hide the jealousy and anger on my face. "Oh, the news flew out sooner than I thought. Indeed, bestie behaviour, right?", I curled my upper lip at Jimin. "You can say. You haven't answered my question yet.", Jimin threw himself over me.
"Must I?", I pushed him away. "Your wife cried, and you don't care at all, do you?", his mouth let out a chuckle of anger. "What is it to you?", I grunted at him before sipping on water.
"What's up with you? Why are you being so rude all of a sudden? And what's with your hair? Why have you styled them like a grumpy young man?", his hand flew to my hair, only to be to yanked away.
"It's none of your business-" "Fine. Then let me make it my business. Should I?", his cheeky smile with those arch of his eyebrows, it's the creepy look he gives when he is about to mess up with me really bad.
"It was out of stress last night.", I stopped Jimin before he could escape. He halted on his steps before turning to me, "What about today? While having breakfast?" "You talked all ready-", I sighed in frustration, "I can't tell you that.", I tried shushing him away.
"You must tell me. And if you don't-" "Okay, fine. Promise me you will keep it a secret.", I glared at him. "It depends on what bullshit you spat.", he smiled sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation, "First promise me." "I promise.", he settled down on the chair again. "Last night, I enjoyed seeing her bother me for attention. I liked it, I liked seeing her be vulnerable to me and opening herself up. She isn't like that even when I insist on her. I just want to know what is in her heart, though I know she would be angry and hurt. So please, don't let her know this."
"It is a very weird and foolish reason. Poor girl. Even I feel like punching you in your face right now, what about her. You know you won't survive once she's known of the reason, right?", Jimin leaned in. "Of course, but I am ready to reflect on my actions.", I smiled at me, timidly.
"Oh God, you two are so stupid in love.", Jimin held the tip of his nose, dramatically hissing at me. "If you want well for us, you better zip your mouth in front of her.", I shoved my fist to Jimin. "Sure. And I am sure even if my tongue slip, Y/n will be rather happy-"
"You don't have to slip your tongue. Just shut your mouth, Mr. Matchmaker.", I faked my kind smile at Jimin, telling him to get out. "Fine, also, just a reminder that tomorrow is our annual gathering. And as per the sequence, it's at your house. Prepare for it.", Jimin waved his hand at me before moving to the door.
"Hey- how am I supposed to handle it when I am not even talking to her-" "That's your fault, had you remembered our precious gathering, you wouldn't have to face such a day.", Jimin snickered at me before leaving.
"It's going to be a big day tomorrow.", I sighed as my fingers rested on my temples.
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I entered the foyer after opening the door, and it was strangely all dark in the house. A frown rose to my brows before I stepped inside. My face has convulsed from that cold look to that confused and scared look. I saundered to kitchen, finding the dim lights casting on the table, where rested some dishes. I moved closer to the table after checking around.
"You are not welcomed to this house. I won't bother. So eat your dinner and go to hell.", I smiled at the angry face and punch she had drew at the bottom. I threw my overcoat at the chair and neared the sink. I washed my hand before moving to the chair. My frown rose again when I found another note.
"I did not cook it.", with another angry face drawn. I chuckled sadly as I opened the dishes. The food just melted in my mouth softly, and it was so easy to chew on it. Indeed, she did not make it.
I kept staring at the cute handwritten notes, as if she had poured all her anger in those few words. I can imagine her throwing away hundreds of notes she had written for they sound too overwhelming and absurd. Sorry, Y/n, sorry for making you feel crap and pathetic. I will stop, once I hear those three words from your mouth. I hope you confess soon.
And I hope, you won't suffer too much. I hope you have already fallen in love with me. I hope you punch me in my chest, cry in my embrace, curse at me once you find out the truth. I am ready to have it all, I am ready to risk it all for those three words from your mouth. I am ready to see your love and anger both painted in red.
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