A mysterious man, cold and cruel... never says a word to girls, and betrays his friends. Why?
Mei Min becomes curious and tries to pry into him for information, and she may end up resulting with more than just his answers, perhaps his love . . .
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He looked up at me. "What are you doing here?" He asked coldly. His tears had disappeared and there was no sign of emotion on his face. The only clue to his sadness were the streaks on his cheeks shining in the moonlight. "I-I got lost and heard the music." I told him truthfully. "Did you. . . like it?" He asked quietly, ducking his head down. I was shocked beyond my life that he asked such a question, though I kept my cool and told him the truth. "It was very. . . upsetting. It was pretty pain that I witnessed and heard. So, I would have to say I both hated it and loved it. You play beautifully." He was silent for a few seconds before I heard an "mm" from him as he nodded once. Silence again followed. "How did you get a piano back here?" I asked. "I live here." He answered blankly. I looked at him with my jaw dropped. There was no way I heard that right. He couldn't be the son of. . . The Lá Vé's, could he? "I'm the Lá Vé's nephew. My parents are going through some things right now and I prefer to remain out of the way. So I'm living here for the time being." I was very surprised that he had said so much, he looked up at me and his eyes were colder than ever. "Don't tell anyone of what I just said to you." I nodded in agreement. His eyes then softened down to a normal level. And he sighed. "I don't understand you." I told him out of the blue. He raised an eyebrow in question. "You were supposed to be someone I'm to hate, like everyone else, but it seems that won't happen." He furrowed his eyebrows. "You were supposed to hate me?" "Oh yeah," I continued, "but then again, who can hate on a mushroom head?" His eyes widened as he looked up at me, but then looked down and laughed to himself.
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The little reaction he had was enough to send my heart to next week. His smile was quite charming. And his attempt to hide it was even cuter. "Am I that funny?" I chuckled. "I just made the shadow prince laugh." His smile faded and he glanced at me. "I hate that name." He told me. "Why?" I asked. "Because people know me by that name, not my real one. Nobody pays attention enough to care for my real name. Well, except maybe girls who don't understand that I'm not interested in anyone." "You haven't exactly gave them reason to." I said bluntly. He smirked. "That's true. But you know my name." His pleading eyes took over mine. "Won't you call me Taehyung? Just once? So I can hear it from someone who doesn't hate me?" "The girls that liked you didn't hate you." I said, a bit uncomfortable. He looked down at his fingers folded on his lap. "They never got to say name my all the way before I rejected them." I chuckled. "Well, who is at fault there?" He didn't say anything. Nothing but the crickets' song chirped through the garden. "Taehyung." I said softly. He looked up at me. Relief in his eyes and a saddened expression. A tear escaped his eye. "Please say it again." He said. Standing up. "Taehyung." I said more firmly. He walked towards me, and I nervously formed my hands into fists at my sides as he neared so close I nearly made contact with his chest. He lowered his head to look at me and whispered, desperately. "What is your name?" "M-Min Mei." I replied. "She had the same last name." He said quietly. Suddenly he frowned. And I remembered that I looked just like the girl who made him smile like that. The thought made me wish I looked different. "I'm sorry." I said, sadness filling me. "For what?" He asked, walking back to his bench and looking down. It felt like he was trying to avoid my gaze. "I heard that your past lover looked like me." I said hesitantly. "She did," he said. "Just like you. Her eyes were as blue as the bright spring sky. Her raven hair always as soft as a silk blanket. Her silhouette in the distance stood out beyond every other person in a crowd. "Her personality was even better." He let out a small smile. "She was always kind, but defended those dearest to her. She was always the impatient type and never waited more than five minutes for a person." He went silent for a moment, as if deciding to add something. "There was one small flaw though. She was too predictable and always followed orders. For anybody. She hated the idea of letting someone down. So she never failed to disappoint anybody, even the cruelest of people." He then looked at me with wide eyes and angrily hissed, "Why am I even telling you this?" Though surprised at his growl when describing her flaw, I bent my head lower to meet his height (he was again sitting on the bench) and peered at his eyes. His voice sounded cold, but his eyes were the opposite. "Because," I concluded, "You know I can help." He just sat there, and stared back into my eyes. The dark brown irises that bored into me had a glint of white in them. "I don't need your help." He said. "Yes, you do, mushroom head."
