Blood Childhood - KTH

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Red book|Eight

04.04.2018

"Ah, Miyoung! Here you are."

I was leaning against my locker, scrolling on my phone when I heard someone yell my name. I looked up only to see Miya walking towards me, Yoongi right behind her. "Hey Miya." I said, putting my phone away in my pocket. "What course do you have next?" She asked as she linked her arms in mine and Yoongi's and dragged us outside. "Ehh, science I think?" I said, looking at her. "Oh right, we have science together." She laughed awkwardly, now remembering her school-shedule.

When Miya arrived in the middle of the field where she wanted to be she smiled and sat down on the grass, dragging me and yoongi down with her. "So, Miyoung we haven't had a proper introduction, so go ahead, you start!" She said as she layed down on the grass, supporting her chin with her hand.

"Well, I'm Lee Miyoung, Eighteen years old. I come from Daegu and moved here about a week and 3 days ago I think. Ehm, I like to take photos and that's about it?" I said, finishing in more of a sentence. "Nothing more?" Yoongi said in a questioning tone. "Nope." I said, keeping in mind that I'm not going to tell them I had been in coma for over a year on the second day of knowing them.

The expresion on their faces revealed that they didn't believe that that was everything. What can I do about it? I forgot almost all of it. I thought it would come back to be honest, but it didn't. Still almost no memories. Weird right?

"Ok, but now your turn!" I said, shifting the attention to Miya. "Well, I'm Miya, I'm also eighteen. I'm born here, in Busan. I have lived in Seoul for a while with my sister but moved back here, she still lives there though. Ehm, I enjoy dancing and singing and my dream is to become a performer!" She said, finishing with a nod. "Woah that's cool! But like as dancer or singer?" I asked. "Hm I don't know yet. We'll see" she laughed.

"Yoongi! Your turn!" Miya said excitedly as she turned her body a little more towards Yoongi. "Ok then, I'm Min Yoongi, I came from Daegu. I'm nineteen and I make music. Also, I like to sleep and I don't like meeting people." He said shortly. I furrowed and my eyes squinted a little. I don't know if I should be offended or not. "I'll make an exception for you though, but don't think about it too much." He added shortly after as he saw my face. I nodded and snorted.

"Aish, Yoongi, at least try a bit will you." Miya nudged him. "Can you shut up omg." Yoongi replied tiredly. They continued bickering as my eyes wandered of to a figure sitting a little further. It was Taehyung, I couldn't see it exactly but I think he is reading a book? I'm not sure but he looked so peacefull and undisturbed there. I still felt weird about him.

"Miya?" I asked as I turned my head back. "Mh?" She replied, leaving her focus on Yoongi behind. "Taehyung, do you know anything about him?" I asked, trying my best to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Eh, he came here like a year and a half ago and... eh idk? Nobody really knows anything about him, everyone just knows he likes to be alone and unbothered. Some have tried to become friends with him or try to get to know him better but it's like he politely closes himself off to everyone. Everybody in this school knows him regardles, probably because of his good looks and polite manners? I'm not sure." She mumbled the last parts as her eyes also went to Taehyhung.

"Why?" "Oh, I don't know. He wants to partner up for a project, I kind of want to know who I'm working with ya know." I said, my eyes leaving Taehyung, back to Miya. "Well in that case I don't think you should worry. He usually gets good grades and is polite and respectfull."

Suddenly Yoongi sat up a bit more straight. "Wait, did he ask you?" He asked, pointing at me. "Yes." I nodded. "That's unusual, if he's alone he just continues working alone." He said while biting the inside of his cheek. "Maybe he just want to help, Miyoung is new here anyways." Miya commented. "Still, he has never done that." Yoongi responded, leaning back again, glancing at Taehyung who now stood up, taking his backpack and his book.

Now that I had a better look on the book it looked quite familiar, a book with a red cover with a gold assymetric pattern. I couldn't lay my finger on it from where I kinda recognized.

I shook the thought of it away. Or it was my forgetfull mind playing tricks on me or I saw it in the library before or i knew it before i got into coma. But it was probably not that important so I stoped thinking about it.

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Author-note

Idk, is this story getting predictable or not?
Let me know pls lmao.