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THREE DAYS LATER
IRONICALLY, I CAME down with the flu the morning after my incident with Taehyung. I assume it was from Jaehyun, who has been sick for a week now. My mom allowed me to stay home even though I could've gone to school. I didn't want to see Taehyung, which prohibited me from going. My phone has been bombarded with messages since the night. Jieun and Jungkook were worried, and they didn't deserve the treatment I was giving them. I was too hurt to speak to anyone. I knew that they brought Taehyung to Miyeon and I out of concern and I don't blame them. I don't want them to feel guilty about it because they shouldn't be. A tiny part of me is glad it happened - I could finally breathe.
I picked up the bowl on my bedside counter. I held it close to my face, scooping a small amount of soup onto my spoon. I brought it slowly to my lips, the warm liquid warming my throat. After taking a few sips, I placed it back on the counter. I leaned over my bed, my eyes settling on my backpack that was leaned against the side of my bed. I reached into the bag, pulling my binder out of it. I leaned back against my pillow before opening my binder and doing my homework. It was boring, but being home alone makes you really bored.
I haven't spoken to Taehyung since that night and frankly, I didn't want to. He's texted and called me ever since but I've been ignoring them. The thought of seeing him made me anxious. I wanted to disappear at the dreading thought of seeing him. I had no clue how he felt about me, whether he liked me or not. I escaped before he could give me his response. I wish I hadn't, maybe it wouldn't have left my heart this frantic.
Ring!
My head perked up at the sound of my doorbell, my eyebrows furrowing. My parents aren't supposed to be home yet and my brother was still at school, so I was unaware of who it was. I sighed, pulling myself out of the warmth of my bed. I shivered at the sudden change of air, the hairs on my arm sprouting. I slowly made my way down the stairs, my movements numb. Being sick always made me feel awful. Raking a hand through my messy hair, I walked towards the door. I placed my hand on the doorknob, turning it before pulling the door open. My eyes trailed up to look at the person, my hand falling from the doorknob. My heart dropped in my chest, my throat dry at the sight.
He flashed me a small smile, "Hey."
"What are you doing here, Taehyung?" I asked, not wanting to see him. He was the last person I wanted to see right now.
"I wanted to stop by, to see if you were alright," He responded, glancing down at the object in his hand.
I looked at the object he was looking at, my voice soft, "Oh."
He noticed my staring and held it out to me, his every action radiating tension, "Oh, uh- here, I got you these. You know, to make you feel better."
