unwritten [kth]

piece #1

a/n: prepare for an absolute word vomit; for i wrote this when i was really frustrated and upset. kinda long, just a heads up.

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[All the Things I Could've Asked Him but I Didn't]

Someone can bottle up his/her feelings for some time. Sometimes, one cannot contain the mass of the bottle that it just tumbles down, spilling its content out for the world to see. Anger, sadness, but mostly confusion, come spilling out from Kim Minhee's bottle when her body can no longer carry the bottle of feelings she's been bearing for three and a half years.

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Being a loner doesn't always help you in college, especially in situations like these. Minhee was sitting behind Taehyung in their tutoring class, with the chair beside her occupied by her binder and phone—a sign that she didn't want anyone to sit on it. Their tutor had just told them that they had to form groups of two or three to complete the accounting problems provided by the book.

Minhee was sitting alone, what the fuck. Once again, she cursed her closed-off nature. She only had two friends in the accounting class, including Taehyung. They both were sitting in front of her right now and the tutor had said groups of two or three, right? Minhee thought fuck it and poked both of her friends in the shoulders.

"Hey, can I join you two?" She asked, receiving no more than an affirmative hum from Taehyung. Somin—Taehyung and Minhee's mutual friend— just said okay.

Minhee immediately turned to the sheet she had in her hands, her brain started thinking how to solve the accounting problems. She couldn't hear anything from Taehyung nor Somin, because they were both sitting in front of her. Minhee poked Somin again in the shoulder to ask how the hell could they work together when the sitting position was bizarre like this?

Somin only laughed good-naturedly before suggesting that Minhee drag her chair up to beside Taehyung, but the case was, Taehyung was sitting on the aisle part. If Minhee moved her chair next to him, she would be sitting in the aisle, thus blocking the path to walk. So she refused.

(Which was a terrible idea.)

Taehyung didn't even give a fuck because he hadn't say anything when Minhee had asked the question. Minhee knew him, alright. She knew that whenever Taehyung was given accounting problems, he would solve the problems first without caring for anyone that tried to talk to him. Questions? Later. She had experienced it firsthand since tenth grade.

"Have you started?" Minhee asked after poking Taehyung in the arm. The boy only gave out a nonchalant hum, his hand still writing account titles on his paper. Minhee peeked at his paper only to discover that Taehyung had done three problems without waiting for both Somin and her.

"This fucker, really," she mumbled angrily while turning to her own paper, scribbling down answers as well. It was at this moment that she felt like working in groups was useless, because she and Taehyung were both used to doing accounting problems on their own since high school. Minhee knew for a fact that Somin was a Science student, thus lacking the knowledge of accounting. The girl didn't put up a single protest when she knew Taehyung had started doing the problems without her, because she simply didn't know how fast Taehyung could be, right? Oh, but Minhee did.

With the knowledge that Taehyung turned into an asshole whenever he was given accounting problems, Minhee tried to finish the problems by herself, only asking him to make sure the sum of money from the journal she had been working on was correct. Fortunately, Minhee wasn't stupid and was able to finish the adjusting journal just fine even without much help from Taehyung. The sum of money that she managed to count was the same amount as Taehyung's, too.