Coward | kth

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28 | From sweet lullabies and responsible women

I still question what exactly Aundrey meant with that statements of hers when Taehyung enters the car again, one of his eyebrow raised wonderingly. "Who were you talking to?", he asks casually.

"Just now? Only to a good friend from London, no one important", I reply, the tone of my voice sounding almost identical to his.

"Ah, okay", he says, carefully throwing the jacket onto my lap. Then he turns the key around in the ignition and looks at me, "I am going to take you home now."

"Thanks."

On the ride home Taehyung and I barely talk to each other. We both need to process what happened, contemplate about it.

I stare out of the window, just like I always do, wondering if the people outside are struggling with the same things Taehyung and I are. Probably yes. Well, through a different cause but with the same shit. Over and over again.

Is it naive from me to refuse to believe that that is all life is providing us with? When will this exhaustion end?

Turning my head to Taehyung again, I have to smile. He is frowning, his brows are arched and both of his hands encompass the steering wheel firmly. I think he looks pretty cute.

He notices me from the corner from his eye, "What is it?"

"Uh, nothing", I respond and turn my gaze away, now watching the high buildings of downtown that we pass.

After a while we pull into my driveway and the car stops. I only notice it when Taehyung stops the motor and eyes me expectingly, waiting for me to take action. When realization about that hits me, I wheeze, "Oh."

I pull my purse from the feet area and sigh, "So", opening the car door, I lean myself slightly against it, "Goodbye."

Taehyung doesn't reply anything, instead he just grants me a nod. Well, someone is being very affectionate today, I think I am getting overwhelmed.

Haha.

In fast steps I move towards our front door and expect to hear Taehyung's motor growl while he drives away. However, my expectations don't get confirmed. Therefore I turn around once again, intending to check up on him.

When I just see Taehyung sitting on the front seat, staring into nowhere, I shrug. Perhaps he just got lost in his own thoughts. I mean that's not an uncommon thing to do.

I dig around in my purse, trying to locate my keys. It's a vain attempt, because only a split of a second later I remember seeing them lay on the counter in the meadow today. And I suppose they are still resting there.

Leaving me to no other option, I ring the bell, hoping my parents are still awake. Most of the times they fall asleep on the sofa, but perhaps their hearing is sensitive enough to be disturbed the ring.

My prayers are being answered as I hear the key being turned around from the inside only a few seconds later. The door swings open and who emerges is my Dad, shadows surrounding his eyes, his hair appearing like he put his finger into a socket. It is a funny sight; the strands of his black protrude into any possible direction right now are impressively defying gravity.

"Hello Sohee, and...", my Dad frowns, wrinkles emerging on his forehead as he rubs the back of his hand over his eyes, "Taehyung?"

"What, no-"

I turn around with crossed arms, only to see Taehyung standing on the left behind me. Awkwardly, he presses his lips together and raises a hand to grant my father a short wave.