HIM{A Kim Taehyung/V Fanfiction} Book 1

CHAPTER 15: The Other Side

    She was driving me crazy, her stare had put bullets in my heart.
    In her eyes, I could see mine, and they were filled with. . . Happiness. I felt happy. It was strange and painful. It had reminded me of her.
    Though, I felt a small stress when she stopped playing the piano. Because that's when I realized that. . . I want her. I wanted Mei. How could I possibly want someone that looks and reminds me of her?
    Naturally, I wanted to forget about everything I had with her. I wanted no part in Mei's plan and I hoped she'd leave it be. But Mei looked looked to much like her for me to avoid her, and instead, I came forward for help. Now though, the thought of forgetting her had sprung up into my mind once again. I didn't want her, I wanted Mei. I had finally giving up on her.
    Now knowing about what I desired, I wasted no time to get it. I closed the little space between our lips with a kiss.
    I felt a slight shiver when her hand crept into my hair and her other hand had slid down to my chest. I wanted more of her. I only pulled her closer when she had tried to pull back. I hadn't been wasn't ready to end it yet. I tried to mumble out an objection but a low "mm" from the back of my throat came out instead.
    But suddenly she seemed off and I soon found out why.
    So then I ran after her. I had to explain that what I did was something I meant.
    "Mei!" I Shouted. I spotted her getting up and dashing instantly. I took my chance and pushed a bunch of drunks out of the way.
    I was able to grab on to her arm and yank her around to face me. But when I did, her eyes were filled with nothing but anger and sadness.
    "Mei, I—"
    "I know," she interrupted, "you're sorry for the kiss. Don't worry about it. Forget about the duet as well, I'll just get Jungkook or Jimin to do it."
    A slight pain shot through my heart for some reason. I liked her, a lot, but I hadn't known pain was in the deal.
    I stood there, not responding, and she took advantage of the situation and ripped her arm out of my grip and got in the nearest taxi.
    What do I do now?
    I decided going after her would just make her angrier. I went inside and into my room to think of something to do.
    I grabbed a dart in frustration and threw it onto the board. It flew so quick it went straight through the target.
    I sat down and rubbed my temples. There had to be some way to explain this to her. Then it came to me.
    In two weeks time, there was to be a little concert in class. Each classmate had to sing a song they created. It was a volunteer thing of course. People didn't have to do it. We were told to think of it as a free day.
    I will tell her then.
    I smiled to myself as I felt the notes already beginning to form in my mind.
    Quickly, I grabbed a pencil and my music notebook, sat on my couch and drew the five staff lines
    My guitar rested next to the couch as I thought about the lyrics first, and within minutes I had a few lines going.
    The entire time, I was. . .humming to myself. I had actually felt pleased with myself. Maybe forgetting her won't be so hard soon.