The Secret Admirer (A Kim Taehyung fanfic)

24. Unfolding the truth

This one's for BTSxmillu13 , sorry if the update took long than I said it would and thanks for the overall support.

Areum's point of view:

My eyes fluttered open, finding myself on our couch. My father, fast asleep on my left, hiding me under his arm that draped over the blanket I was wrapped in. I did a little sigh, trying to click back into reality and getting my head straight. I tried wriggling out of his embrace but another form was behind me.

I turned my head round to find my mother, snuggled up, her arm hung over my body, her fingers grazing my father's forehand ever so gently. I smiled. My head shot round to my father, his fingers twitching from my mother's touch, carefully lacing his fingers with hers. My smile grew bigger, practically ready to burst as I muffled by squeal. I slid of the couch, my mother's head gently falling to rest on my father's shoulder.

"Sweet dreams." I whispered, giggling a little.

I straightened the blanket over them, giving them both a kiss before leaving them to their unintended little moment. I gave them one last glance, admiring both their innocent faces. This wouldn't happen. It wouldn't happen even if I prayed and prayed. But it was nice. It was nice even though it wouldn't last long, even though I'd never see them like this again.

I slumped up the stairs, forcing myself into the shower. I went through a bunch of mess. Messes that probably would make me want to shut myself in my room and mope for two weeks straight. Messes that would have me in my pyjamas perched on my bed surrounded by tear stained tissues and empty tubs of ice cream. But messes like that weren't gonna stop me from having a shower.

I skipped out the shower, almost falling in the process but feeling somewhat better about everything that has happened in the past few weeks. I changed from my ruffled up school uniform from yesterday into my casual clothes. I tiptoed downstairs, hoping my parents were still there. Hoping they were still close together. Hoping they'd be like that forever. I poked my head round, my eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the suspense the drop.

"What are you doing?" A voice called from the top of the stairs.

My head witted round, hitting the banister, my eyes burst open to find my mother at the top of the staircase, holding a basket off clothes to one side of her hip.

"Nothing. I.. Um.. The.." I fumbled, rubbing at my forehead probably going red at this moment.

How'd she get up there already? I bit my lip, thinking off an excuse that was not weird to avoid freaking my mother out and yet believable so she wouldn't think that I am... Well weird.

My eyes flicked to my sneakers, "Ok bye!" I piped, falling of the last step and grabbing at my jacket and laces of my shoes.

My father woke up, his head snapping up only to have him fall of the couch. Now I know why I'm so clumsy. I sprinted out the door, my sneakers dangling from my grasp until I was out of sight. I panted, smiling smugly as I slipped on my shoes, forming the laces into a neat bow. Ahh, the joy of sneakers.

I threw on my jacket and began walking. Walking anywhere really. It was quite early, the sun only just appearing over the horizon, sending it's blaring rays over the buildings and streets. I smiled. I liked this. The empty streets. The loud silence. And then it was ruined by a quiet yet annoying wail. I rolled my eyes.

I witted my head round, noticing a small figure making it's way in my direction. I squinted my eyes, trying to make out who it was. The long locks, the pale skin, perfect little face. It was Seoyeon. Only her face was red, her eyes swollen and her cheeks were damp. She hung her head low, softly crying into a tissue in her hand when she noticed my form from afar.