the image of her plagues his mind. from her sugary sweet tone to her playful kisses that leave red marks wherever she places them. every shade of that shimmering red color reminds him of her, never seizing to leave him alone through the dead of night.
the runaway thief left with his heart, only for them to carelessly care for it, causing it to break upon their sinful hands.
her red dress that showed too much, her red lips that cursed with ecstasy, her red eyes when she cried endlessly for hours, her red notebook that she would write in. everything was red to him.
that cruel smile that anchored him to her, trying not drift away from her warmth. those sickening lies that were played off as truth. all those sweet words disappear with the wind to never be heard.
she would say he loved him, that she cared for him, that she would do anything for him, but to her it was all a lie.
and oh was it a beautiful lie that just repeats in his head over and over again.
everyone had warned that she was the heartbreaker, but so was he. how funny is it that the heartbreaker got his heart broken? ripped out of his chest to never be seen again.
as time progressed taehyung takes in more and more alcohol to the point where the average man would've passed out. the vodka taking control over his body.
a girl with black hair sits atop the torn leather seat, exposing the yellow foam. "just a glass of wine." she states simply, boredom laced with her soft voice.
the bartender pours the red liquid into a glass, gently placing it atop the cherry wood counter in front of her. "come here often?"
he turns, his blond hair swaying at the movement. "i guess you can say that." he deadpans, clearly out of it.
"awe, did a girl break the big boy's heart?" she giggles.
"fuck did you say?" he spat, irritation laced in his voice.
"woah there, don't get snappy with me." she states in defense, raising her small hands up in surrender.
"i was wondering," she lowers her hands, "if you would like to ditch this place." her eyes dart to the door in a signaling matter.
he stares, confused at her request, "to take your mind off at whatever is bothering you." she adds, taking a sip of her wine.
he groans, "alright." he gets up unsteadily, dragging his feet along the black tiled floor.
they both leave the loud, sweat filled bar. the girl with black hair and pink lips walks beside the boy with the blond mullet, both never anticipating the one-sided feelings that would come with that night.
