Through the Glass k.th [HYYH pt.1]

15

"Struggling to catch your expressions, struggling to catch your smiles..."

~Gone-JIN

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When it was over and time to go home, the bus ride was rowdy, but Taehyung had never been happier to leave, not because of the classes, but Jae-hwa. She didn't do anything else that day, at least not as far as Taehyung knew. She was probably already spreading rumors. Him running away hadn't helped.

They'll think I'm crazy by tomorrow, everything good will stop tomorrow. With her around, he was sure the days that he could be free were numbered, with her influence, she could have him gone as soon as tomorrow.

As soon as Jimin And Taehyung came through the front door, Mrs, Park rushed to hug them. "How was school?" She asked, hugging Jimin, then moving to hug Taehyung, but stopping. "Wh-What happened?" She said, looking Taehyung up and down.

Jungkook had tried to help him clean it up in the bathroom for the most part, getting the juice out of his hair and skin, but nothing could fix the white shirt it had stained red in splashes, or the white pants.

"Some b*tch poured tomato juice on him at lunch." Jimin stated, setting his backpack down and continuing into the house and sitting on the couch.

"Jimin, language!" She said, then turned back to Taehyung, gently taking his backpack off for him. "I'm sure she didn't mean it..."

"She walked up and poured it right over his head and called him a crazy bastard." Jimin said. "She was bullying him..." Then he got quiet, frowning.

Why are you upset, Jimin? None of this happened to you...

"Bullied?! What?! Who told--?" Mrs. Park took a deep breath, calming down, then she put her hands to Taehyung's shoulders. Her hands were warm, her eyes that of someone who was going to explain something to a child. "Go upstairs and change, and then give me the dirty ones, okay, swee--?" She stopped, swallowing what she was going to say. "I'll see if I can get the stain out..." She continued.

Taehyung nodded, then headed upstairs. Swee-? Was she going to say...? Was she going to call me...? She wouldn't, I'm...just a job. He chewed his lip. Why would she say that? Didn't that mean that she...loved him? No one ever loves me...

Taehyung shook his head. She must have meant something else, it probably just slipped. He chewed his lip hard, almost to the point of it hurting. He wondered what it would be like to hear that spoken to him, what it would feel like.

Kyung-mi wasn't home, but Taehyung still peeked at her closed door before going into his room and closing the door behind him.

He loosened his tie, looking over in the closet for something else to wear. After going through it twice, he decided on wearing more things that Jimin had picked out, A black paisley patterned shirt and a pair of jeans.

Then he changed and bundled the dirty uniform into a sort of ball. He could have done it neater, might have been easier to see around, but he didn't want to fold dirty clothes. Normal people didn't do that, right?

Then he brought it downstairs, trying to look around it so he wouldn't trip. Mrs. Park met him halfway and took the clothes from him.

"Oh, I've got it, Taehyung, you could have just asked for me, you didn't have to try to come down that stairs with all that." She smiled over the ball of clothes, "She's just mean, okay? Don't worry." Her voice was back to the explaining-things-to-a-child voice.

I'm not a kid, I know, I understand, she's a b*tch who's going to take me away from you. Taehyung nodded, and she smiled sympathetically, going back down the stairs and probably heading toward the laundry room.