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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"So you just ran off?" Asked Yoongi, wide eyed. I nodded. All of the boys were in the bedroom, they had been in here when I burst in with tears streaming down my face and hugged Yoongi by his waist when he was leaning on the wall. Jin was on my bed with my head in his lap and Namjoon had been at the end with my feet on on his. Hoseok was sitting on the floor with Jimin, their backs against the bed frame, and Jungkook and Yoongi were on bean bags in front of the other two. "I don't get him." Mumbled Jimin, infuriated. He had been glaring at the ground the entire time I was telling the story. "Don't be mad at him," I said quietly, "after all, I didn't listen to you guys. I didn't even know that I'd feel this way. The thing is, he reminds me a lot of the yarn boy." While the other guys looked at me in confusion, Yoongi's eyes had softened. "Dear, you can't go and think of someone like Taehyung as your first love. You have to remember he had Rasha. They'd been dating almost nine years until last year. How could he remind you of him?" "I. . . I don't know." I said. "But there is some quality that I recognize about him. Something in his face, and his emotions. I can't help but to think of yarn boy sometimes. I guess I got caught in the moment. Not only did it end up hurting me, but it would have probably hurt him as well." Jin shook his head trying to catch up. "I don't understand," he told us two, "what are you guys talking about?" "Yeah, we're confused here." Said Namjoon. I explained to them about my first love. At the end, they all had sad expressions. Of course they would, they were my friends. "That little boy doesn't sound like Taehyung at all." Said Jungkook, knitting his brows. "Taehyung was never the shy type." "If anything," added Hoseok, "I'd say he's the confident type." We all nodded in agreement. There was a small silence and then I heard Jimin make a small whine. We all glanced at him, surprised and worried. His eyes were wide, as if he'd just seen a ghost. I sat up and called his name, when he didn't answer, I patted his shoulder. He looked up at me. "Did I do that?" He asked questioningly. We all laughed. His daydreaming seemed too worrisome for a minute. He smiled slightly. "Do you think there's a chance that maybe," mumbled Namjoon, "Taehyung was yarn boy?" We all stopped laughing, and noticed Namjoon was frowning and looking at my feet on his lap. "What makes you think that?" Asked Hoseok, raising an eyebrow. "It's just that, Taehyung was with Rasha before we all became friends, and that could mean we might not know what exactly happened with him and her," He pointed out. "We never really asked about his past before, none of us know much about what we went through before we met. Also, if he gives her vibes of her lost love, maybe that's some sort of emotional instinct, if their love has grown that powerful." We all sat there, speechless. His deep thinking had really put some perspective to the situation. He then looked at me and patted my feet. "We all care for you, Mei. Please don't take me telling you this as just to bring you more pain. I do not wish for you to be hopeful and be let down." I let out a small smile. "It's alright. It's not like it's possible, anyway."
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When everyone went to bed, and the campus was silent, except for the rain, Jin slipped out of the university and into a secret service vehicle.
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