he didn't know why
he was watching her
all day;
from the moment
she walked to her class,
ran from room to room
to work on her duties
as student body president,
struggle to finish lunch
from laughing too hard at her friends' jokes,
and even until she went home
at 7am—when most kids have already gone home
he usually didn't care
not that he did now
she just intrigued him
he couldn't understand how
that same girl,
that same, seemingly perfect girl
would call him at 3am
just to cry
he couldn't understand how someone like her
could sound so unhappy;
her cries sounded like those you'd kept long enough
so he didn't understand
how could she sound so desperate?
desperate for company
–when she had all the company she could ask for
how could she sound so
helpless?
helpless in a cruel, confusing world
–when the whole campus knew she was a genius
how could she sound so human?
imperfect, flawed, real
–when all this time, he only ever saw her as a robot
so why?
he couldn't understand
and he began to wonder
will she think of him again and call him at 3am?
" she's just playing with me. fuck, why do i even bother? it was just a fucking prank call "
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cry baby
Fanfic" do i know you? " " you wake me up at 3am just to listen to you cry and you ask me that? " -in which kim taehyung was the only one who got to see her inner demons © mozarteu
