The cold hearted girl || BTS k.t.h.

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I might think that I'm falling for him. I don't know what he does, that makes my heart feel weird. Weird - in a good way.

"What?" He asked smirking sheepishly, when I stared at him for too long.

"Oh um sorry.." I turned my head away. Don't blush don't blush.. Fuck, just don't blush!
"Anyways, is it long to go now?"

"It's still about 40 kilometres." Namjoon said, looking at us from the passenger seat from the front.

"Wow I didn't think it was that long way.." I yawned. I pulled out my phone and unlocked it. I played some games just to skip my time. I felt someone stare my way, so I turned my head to see Hoseok looking at me. I mouthed 'what?'. He only shrugged and turned to the window. I looked at Taehyung confused, maybe he knew something. But he wasn't even looking at me. I sighed and returned back to my phone.

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Finally I felt the car stop and I looked from my window outside. We were parking in front of my house and for the spare moment I felt like it was alright. But then everything came back to me. I jumped from my seat and frighteningly looked at Taehyung. He only took my hand and we left the car.

"What are we doing here Taehyung? You told me we'll go to your house.." I gulped.

"We will. But first you need to fix the mess here.." He sighed pulling me to the front door. He pushed the doorbell and the familiar sound ringed in my ears. Taehyung finally looked at me. "Everything will be okay, just sort it out."

"Tae..." I couldn't finish because the door opened and I saw the woman standing in front of me. She had puffy eyes, messy hair and looked like she had just woken up. Quilt rushed over me as I stared at her. But it quickly vanished away as I remembered what she did.

"Iseul..." She mumbled. Taehyung quickly walked away. But he's right.. I need to sort this out.

"Can I come in?" I asked. She only nodded and let me in. It felt like we were completely strangers, that woman that once was my mother. And she still is though.

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"I just wanted to say that I still need some space...and that I still can't come back here.." I stuttered as we sat in the living room.

"I u-understand.." She nodded, holding a tissue near her nose. "I'm so sorry Iseul, that you had to go though this.."

"It's okay, I just need some time. I'm leaving to live with Taehyung and his friends. You know where they live and if you need something, you can just ask. I'm not mad, but just like I said, I need time to sort myself out.." I said. "There's no worrying about me, okay?"

"Okay." She agreed and tried to smile. I stood up and walked out of there with no questions or answers. I left that house and saw Taehyung standing, waiting for me. I stopped. At that moment it felt like it was just me and him. He finally saw me and smiled, we made eye contact. I started walking, also smiling.

"Well?" He looked down at me.

"I think..." I stopped talking just to take a deep breath. "I think everything is okay now.."

"Cool" he smiled. He came closer and I swear I could feel my heart skip a beat. Stop it Iseul.. Stop it! "Finally, we are alone, so I can do this."

"What--" he pulled me closer and pressed his lips against mine. It still felt strange, but I kind of enjoyed it? Which is weird, because I've never felt this way, except three years ago, when our friendship was still active. Yes, that's true. I liked Taehyung just before he got all this popular. I liked him, but he never looked at me that way, I knew it by him getting a girlfriend and bragging about her....a lot...to me. Just then I told myself that I'll get cold and not fall in love. So by everything, Taehyung was the beginning and the end of my cold heart.

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I'm sorry that this is short, I just wanted to update as quick as possible. Still you had to wait, because I was at sport camp (it's like 4th week..) and now it's over and I'm coming back home! Yey! ^^

Anyways what do you think? And if you think this is NOT the last part ;) But maybe 10 more parts and I'm ending this story? I don't know yet :D

Saranghae! Fighting!
-Adi