My Awful Girl || KTH ||

T H I R T E E N

Elsa

     "  Ouch!"

     " Sorry..." I showed him an apologetic face with a slight frown before continue dabbing on his cut. That Damien guy really blew a strong punch at him. Poor baby. What?!

     I was very indulged in treating his cut, also admiring his side profile. Like, how more perfect can he be? Maybe because I was drowning in his features, or too focused in applying medicine onto his bruised cheek, that I didn't realized he was staring sharply at me.

     When I was caught in those pretty brown eyes, my movement gradually stopped as my breath got snatched away. Too close. Our eyes like magnet on each other, none of us pulled away.

     " You are too beautiful. You know that?" Wait. Where did the voice came from? Was it from heaven? But, it felt so close, and I don't think I am in heaven.

     Then I realized, I felt how his breath slapped my lips, as the mint fresh smile of his intoxicated my whole system.

     " What did- you say?" I stuttered a bit. I was still inches from his face, and seeing how his eyes suddenly turned crescent was like a slow motion of a beautiful nature. He chuckled, deep, bringing me back to life.

     " You are so clueless! Pabo," he pinched my nose, not too hard, not slow either, but enough to make me straightened my body back, sucking a huge amount of breath sharply from the shock. I stared at him for seconds as he raised his brow.

     " What? What has gotten into you, Els? Your mind seemed somewhere else," he said, at first with a low chuckle. But then his face turned a bit serious.

     " You okay?" he asked softly and I was still in daze. Ahh! My mind had probably malfunctioned from too much encounter today. With my stepmother, my dad and I was just in trance.

     I ignored his question and searched for the band aid, finally patching it on his flawless-now bruised cheek, not that it affected his beauty. I was still, lost, like my soul had flew away. I cleaned up the kit box, feeling his stare on me from my peripheral.

     I was too tired perhaps. Sure, his sweet condolences earlier really seeped through me but when we got here again, I couldn't help but to feel helpless. Like, very empty. Not knowing even the direction of my life.

     I didn't even realized that I had already seated beside him on the couch, the kit box no longer in my hand.

     " Did you put it back?" I asked him, not looking.

     " Huh?" he sounded so confused, but then I realized he should be, because I was the one who put it back. How could I be so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even remember I walked few feet already.

     " Els?" Taehyung called again. I hummed in response.

     " Elsa?" he touched my shoulder and I flinched.

     " Hey, what's wrong? I'm sorry I startled you," he said softly retreating his hand back. Maybe my mind was too jumbled up that I just wanted to spread out on my bed lifelessly.

     I felt Taehyung move closer to me and grabbed both my shoulders, forcing me to turn at him. He gave me a sympathetic look and concern clearly shown in his face. He was too angelic.

     " Elsa? I thought you were fine? You are still thinking about it?"

     " How can I not?" my phone beeped. I opened up the messaged only to be shattered more than ever. Both my accounts had been blocked by my father. I had no access to them anymore. How dare a father who used to love you did something like this?