Remember me {김태형 X 김하늘}

VI

I walked home thinking about whether I should call him or not.

A/n POV
As Haneul went back, she suddenly got a phone call.

She looked at the caller Id, seeing 'dad💜' on the screen. She immediately picked up the phone.

"Hi, dad!! I miss you guys so much"
"Hi there sweetheart, I was just calling to ask how you were doing there."
"Well I'm doing fine here" she answered him not wanting to say anything about Taehyung. She didn't want to worry him.

"Well sweetie, I have to get going, I'll talk to you soon ok"
"Ok bye dad" she then heard the phone line cut as her dad hung the phone up.

She walked the way back to the house because she told herself she needed the exercise.

When she got back, she opened the door only to see Taehyung making out with a random girl on the coach. The scene broke her heart into tiny pieces. She remembered the promise that Taehyung had promised her before she  left. She hadn't realized she was crying until a voice took her out of her trance. "Why are you staring?" Taehyung asked her coldly with an annoyed expression on his face. "Oh, sorry" was the only thing she could mutter out at the moment before she ran to her room.

She felt betrayed and hurt, but she knew it wasn't his fault for not remembering her. She was wondering who that girl was. Was she better than me? Is she his girlfriend? These thoughts going through her head.

Her eyelids started to feel heavy due to the crying. She fell asleep thinking about the events that had occurred.
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When she woke up, she felt lifeless. She looked at her phone to check the time, it was already passed 12. she got up and looked in the mirror. She looked like a zombie.

Haneul POV

I didn't really care if I looked like a mess right now. I just needed food.

I walked out my room and went straight to the kitchen. When I was walking back, I noticed a figure sprawled across the couch . As I waked closer, I had noticed that it was Taehyung. He looked so peaceful while he slept.

I quickly ran back to my room to look for an extra blanket. I went back out to the living room and sat beside the couch. I put the blanket over him.

"I just wish you could remember me. I still remember how you and I used to call each other silly names, and how we used to hit each others heads playfully."

"Why did you have to get into that accident, why couldn't you be more careful." I kept on blabbering as tears fell from my eyes.

I decided I should leave him alone and let him sleep peacefully. As I walked back to my room, I faintly heard someone whisper.

"Who are you?"