Changes // A V Fanfiction

3 // Perspective

~Kim Taehyung's POV~

I stared mindlessly off into the distance. 

When will the world leave me alone?

"Hi," I looked up at her. She was looking at me... is she talking to me? Do I know her? She doesn't seem familiar?

"W-Who are you?" I asked, and she smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat. She really was talking to me. 

"My name is Kang Mi-Hi, I sit next to you in Homeroom," I nodded in acknowledgement. If I had known she was this kind and...

... and pretty

M-Maybe I would have paid more attention to her, m-maybe even try to befriend her. 

But what am I thinking? She'll probably be just like everyone else... if I let her in... I'll only be hurting myself more in the end....

"Why are you talking to me?" I asked her, even though that sounded rude, I am curious. I'm invisible to everyone here. "No one talks to me..." I unconciously mumbled the last part which made me question her. 

I-Is this fate? N-No... it's just an act.

"Well... is it okay for me to talk to you?"

No... Yes?

"That depends if you still wanna talk to me..." She smiled a little bit more.

"Of course, I wanna be your friend..." I flinched.

She... She wants to be... MY friend...? N-No way.

"I'm not sure you know what you want, but you definitely don't wanna talk to me," I said as I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"But who says you know what I want?" She asked me and I looked at her. I-I didn't know how to respond to that. But I looked away from her... he gaze was piercing, like she could see into my soul and see all of my pain.

"I better head to class," I began to walk away but Mi-Hi grabbed my shoulder and I ended up looking behind me again. She had a good poker face.

"I didn't get your name," She told me, and I hesitated. I usually give people a different name to call me by... but I had a strong urge to give her my real name. I finally opened my mouth to speak. 

"Taehyung... Kim Taehyung..." I responded, she let go of my shoulder and I walked away. I still felt her warmth even after I walked away. It was oddly... soothing. It made me feel calm... a-and happy.

. . .

"Alright, detention over!" shouted Mr. Park, and I grabbed my backpack and walked out. I passed and I heard a small, but familiar and audible voice. 

"I'm not pretty, Namjoon..." I looked in an empty classroom and I saw Mi-Hi leaning on Namjoon's chest and smiling in his embrace. I continued to walk, careful not to disturb. 

Of course she has a boyfriend... she's pretty.

But it still hurt me somewhat. I felt like crawling into a hole and dying... but then again, I always feel like that... but this time felt special. It hurt to see her with that guy. 

I walked outside. 

It was freaking- raining.

I pulled my hoodie over my head and began my walk home. After a few minutes, I was blocked by someone. I looked up and saw Sehun and his friends. I didn't even have to say anything, I know what I did. I dissed them in fourth period, and they didn't like it.

"I know... just hit me," Sehun didn't say anything, didn't hesitate, he just hit me and his friend's joined in, after a while, my conciousness slipped me. I felt myself fall onto the concrete and the last thing I saw was EXO... walking away from me.

. . .

I groaned. I opened my eyelids slowly and I was staring up at a white ceiling. Then Mi-Hi came into the room and I became scared... but relieved. I sat up, enduring the pain I was in.

"Don't hurt yourself, Taehyung,"

"I-It's you... Mi-Hi-ssi," I felt so... so relieved to hear her voice, and I actually felt a little warm inside. Did she- Did she take me in?

"Y-Yeah... I found you unconcious on my way home," Mi-Hi told me, she sat by the bedside, and my heart fluttered at how much closer she was to me. 

W-What are you doing to me, Mi-Hi?

"What happened to you?" She asked me. She just looked so, concerned. Which made me a bit happy. I got lost in my thoughts before Mi-Hi started snapping her fingers in front of my face and I looked back at her.

"What happened to you, Taehyung?" she continued, I finally remembered why I was here. I slumped onto the headboard of the bed.

"Sehun..." She looked into her own lap and furrowed her eyebrows. 

"Of course it is... Why does Sehun think he can just treat everyone like trash?!" Mi-Hi began raising her voice as she spoke, "One of these days, I am gonna beat him up myself!" I was blown aback. She is... Mi-Hi's feisty... and fiery. 

"I-It's ok-"

"But it's not!" She shouted, "It's not okay for them to treat you this way! Nobody treats my friends like that and gets away with it..." My heart started to beat a bit faster. 

She... She thinks of me as a friend? Wait- no! This is what she wants!

I slapped my poker face began on. 

"We're not friends, Mi-Hi," I mumbled, it stung hearing it from my own mouth but it's true. She looked at me. She looked disappointed almost. "Trust me Mi-Hi... I'm not a good person-"

"But I think you're a good person..." She said, and I looked up at her, I felt my poker face falter. No one's ever called me a good person... not even my parents, "I sometimes watch you at lunch, you do the same things everyday... I only see a lonely, misunderstood kid, Taehyung... I only wanna be your friend... I don't wanna hurt you, I don't want you to be hurt," I felt tears building in the back of my eyes. I wiped my eyes but she smiled and hugged me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt all my walls crumbling down on me. I began to cry, and hugged back and gripping the back of her shirt tightly. I buried my face in her neck as my tears soaked her shirt while Mi-Hi caressed my hair.

I wanna be your friend too.

. . .