hers | l.ty ✔️

12

Taeyong's perspective

How could she. How could y/n just run away after something like that. How could I have even kissed her or invited her up onto that rooftop at all. These questions pondered around my brain like a sore thumb and it irritated me that I didn't know what to say or to do. How couldn't I tell her how I really felt about her?

Maybe I was afraid.

But what had I even been afraid of? Easy, it was rejection. I didn't want her to reject me because she walked around the dorm like she could easily snap me in half and make it look easy. Y/n was a dangerous woman with her stone-cold eyes and how she looked at us all. Yet she always looked at Mark with warmth in her eyes.

She had liked Mark, didn't she? After all the time I had seen the signs and never taken any action against it. It was so obvious now she had liked him and I never realised, but, how couldn't I? He spouted it around the dorm and he scared for her.

I would just be another guy to her because she would never like me in the way I adored her. Y/n was perfection and I was sucked into her spell and she knew it. God damn it y/n, I think I love you. But how could I ever tell you that? I stood there in the same spot I was before she ran off and stared at the gate. "Taeyong?" Came a voice behind me as I turned around and looked at Johnny. "What is it?" I walked back up the pathway as my clothes that I had worn were soaking wet and so was I. Water dripped down my head and off of my skin, rolling down my features like a waterfall.

"We were just wondering what had happened between you and y/n outside of the dorms, it seemed like it was getting heated but none of us wanted to intervene just in case something was happening between the two of you." I furrow my eyebrows before I glance through the small front window to see all of the boys with their eyes attentively on me and Johnny. It was as if they were waiting for something to happen or for me to let a few details slip so they could find out all they could about what had happened between me and Y/n.

Although, I noticed that Mark's eyes wouldn't meet with mine, and I knew the exact reason for it. He wasn't the only one who had taken an interest in Y/n, but who wouldn't take an interest in her. She was the most loud and exciting person that we have had in the dorm recently that wasn't one of our own. I shrugged and walked past him, quickly heading towards my room before they could question me about the obvious things but like girls they were probably gossiping. I wouldn't be surprised if they started rumours among themselves about the night, she had spent within my room with me.

I also have no doubt that Mark would have told them everything due to him having found her in there in the morning when I wasn't in. This is what had always annoyed me about them, how they always seemed to know everything about everyone and liked to know what was going around them and within our own dorms when you don't see me asking about everything and anything that they were doing. The door was rusty and I was met with the same bedroom, it was always the same bedroom.

Never changing, which is what I liked about it, I didn't quite like change that much. The door swung open once I had opened it, I slammed it behind me as I changed into a pair of black joggers and a shirt as I sat down at my desk and groaned as I slammed my fists down on it and shook my head. "God damn it Y/n, why did you have to run away from me?" I sighed and looked down at my now bruising fists and shaking my head at them. This is why I didn't like getting annoyed at her or even at all. I would end up getting so annoyed that I either hurt myself or others.

Yet, it was rare that I ever laid a finger on someone else, it was more of me hurting myself. I never would hurt Y/n though, I could never put her through that sort of physical or emotional pain at all. The mere thought of her racked at my brain and caused for me to have a headache. I didn't like not being able to see her or hear her arguing with someone or causing a scene. But I think what she did the best was embarrassing herself, it was always written all over her face that she had become embarrassed by something or someone.

I sighed at the thought of her face whenever I caught her doing something that she shouldn't have been doing. It was priceless. I ran a hand through my hair as I stared down at the work on my desk and picked up a black pen from the small pot on the corner of the table and began to sign sheets of paper. I didn't care what they were about, I just wanted them done. At least I had something to distract me and to get my mind of what had happened with Y/n.

By the time I had finished my work, it was past midnight and the house had fallen completely silent. I rubbed my eyes and stood up from the bed while looking around, remembering when she was in here one night when she had felt unsafe within her own room. I was there to protect her from all harm even if it cost me something. The bed was cold as I got into it and put the covers over me while yawning and shaking my head.

The last thought that entered my mind before I fell asleep was:

'Y/n, I would wait for you until my dying breath...'