Distance: Our Truth Untold (Taehyung X Yerin FANFIC)

14.0 : The Past Pt. 13

Yerin's POV

"Ahh---"

"Tsk... Tsk... Tsk, trouble again, Jung Yerin?"

"T-Taetae..." I uttered, shocked when I saw his face. He caught me just before I would fall off the wet floor.

Deep inside, I am cursing myself because of being too clumsy all over again!

Aish, jeongmal! I don't even feel even right now.

He's again wearing his blank face and deep stares while looking at me.

Ah yeah, he isn't fine.

"What are you doing here?" he said while he is helping me to stand up properly. I looked at him into his eyes.

It feels like he speaks as if I am unimportant, as if I am just one of his colleagues here in the campus.

I gulped, composing myself despite the feeling of hurt he is giving to me.

"I... I was looking for you..." I said, still looking at his face.

'You aren't breaking down, huh? Let see' I thought to myself.

"Wae?" he asked.

My brows slightly furrowed. An instant pinch in my heart was drawn because of that one damn word.

Of course, I want to see you, pabo! I need to talk to you. I missed you, you jerk! I even expect you to accompany me like hello? I am your girlfriend for goodness' sake!

My heart ached again because of that thought.

"Tae?" I said while looking at him meaningfully.

"What?" he said shortly, trying hard to be as cold as possible. Stop it, Kim Taehyung... You're nearly getting into my nerves.

Not able to hold it anymore, I pull his hand and lead the way towards the school's field.

"Yerin?" I raised my right brow. Yerin? Yerin, huh?

I faced him firmly causing him to be slightly triggered.

"We will talk..." I said as I continue to pull him.

Acting cold, huh?

I immediately sat down at the nearest bench. When I saw him just standing in front of me, I harshly pull him to sit beside me.

I looked at him, still maintaining the cold aura he has.

" Are you okay?" I asked. He furrowed his brows yet, still looking at me with his blank face. "How many times do you need to ask that? I am fine, Yerin..." he answered.

"Really? Are you sure? Because for me, you are not..." I sarcastically told him.

"Yerin, I told you I am---"

"And what? Yerin? Yerin, really? Where did your 'yeobo' go then? And ah! How about your 'Yennie'? Did it flew away? " I said while staring at him, acting unshaken from the sad feeling this conversation gives me.

He just stared at me until those stares had gone deeper and as usual I am the first to give in.

I looked at the field. The wind messing up my hair. Deep silence fill in between us as I am trying to take the courage of asking him the question I've been asking myself since then.