As I made my way home I was stopped. It was him again and this time I got a good look. Yeah. I'm sure. It's him. But something was off. Not quite the same. I always tried to imagine different ways I would meet him again and how I would react to prepare myself for this day. I waited long. 3 years to be exact, but not long enough. This first encounter after 3 years came too fast and I was not prepared.
"Hey, you're the girl I knocked heads with?" He asked. I nodded in response. Come on, Taehyung, stop pretending. Stop smiling. Stop faking. Stop using that mouth that kissed me passionately to force a smile. That mouth holds 3 years of unexplained explanations that you owe me.
"I just wanted apologized so yeah sorry." He apologized. I was not sure if that apology was for 3 years ago or for now. At this point I was not sure of anything. I stared intently, not wavering, just waiting. He sensed awkwardness so he continued: "Looks like you're playing hard to get, so uh... how about this..." He took my practice shirt that was stained from my hand. "I'll wash this for you." I was about to protest, but he ran off in a hurry after reading a text and said that he was going to wash it well.
Playing hard to get? Really? Such a flirt. But what concerned me more was that his phone's wallpaper was not of me and him like it was. It was of him and a girl. A beautiful girl. And he had his arms around her. Looks like I have been replaced. This made me more angry and jealous. I felt betrayed. He didn't recognized me. He didn't remember me. Did it hurt so bad that you had to block me out, erase me from your mind? Something was not right. And now that he was here, I deserve answers that pondered my mind endlessly.
But right now my top priority was how to get my shirt back. He left in such a rush muttering about being late for practice and getting scolded again that he did not even leave a number down. Great. I bought that shirt for 2o dollars.
"Yah! Hey!" I ran in the direction he ran in, but stopped finding that it was hopeless since there was no one near. Wow. He runs fast, probably because he doesn't want to get scolded again. I went home silently, laughing, smiling, getting angry, then sad, and confused. Then I would start the cycle all over again. Damn. I was one bipolar person. Or maybe I'm getting mood swings. My period is not coming, is it? I couldn't remember, did not want to anyway. For right now I wanted to get away from remembering. Its just too painful. I will save that pain for when I get cramps.
Wanna know how Yeri and Wendy meet? Next post soon. Please wait if you want to know one theory of why Yeri debuted later in Red Velvet.
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Once in a Lifetime
FanfictionCan we choose who we love? "I'm sorry." I apologized. That's when Yeri crashed. It was like her knees gave up. Like she gave up. Defeated. But this wasn't a war. There was no victorious winner.This situation gave me a flashback to when I first met...