Purple Is Just A Color|| vkook

37~ Where did it all go wrong

Purple POV

"Tae... I think we need to talk."

My voice is icy and without any emotion in it.
"What's up, princess?"

It doesn't seem like he noticed how obviously mad I am and it just infuriates me even more, rage coursing through me like fire.

"Do not 'princess' me."
He looks at me, his eyes widened in shock seen as I am not usually this harsh with him.

"What do you want to tell me?"

Worry has now laced his voice and for some weird reason, that fills me with an odd satisfaction.

"Well, I don't have a problem with you doing things alone, having detention, not sitting with me for a couple of days, but I don't like people lying to me. I do not like you lying to me!"

I say, staring right into his eyes which are widened in confusion.
"What?! I am not lying about anything!"

His voice is defensive and he is crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Oh you are. Again. I can see it in your face."
"What? No! I am not lying to you, I am not... doing... anything behind your back. I am just busy, why can't you accept that?" He argues back, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
"Oh I can accept that, it is just that I know that you are keeping a secret! Why can't you just tell me?! Why is it so hard?"
I look at him, the anger sparkling in my eyes hiding the sadness beneath it.

"I AM NOT KEEPING ANYTHING FROM YOU!"
Liar.

Goddamn liar.

"I tolerate you and I love you, even if you would kill somebody, IF YOU WOULD JUST TELL ME! YOU ARE LYING AND I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES!"

"I AM NOT!"

"Kim Taehyung. Do not try me. You won't survive that and you know that. We both know it. I KNOW that you're keeping a secret and it is affecting me! You aren't showing up to dinner, you're never picking me up before lunch. You aren't spending any time with me anymore! I am okay with you being in a relationship, or whatever the fuck it is, PLEASE just tell me."
The brown-haired adonis in front of me ruffles his hair with despair in his beautiful eyes, dulling them down so I can't see past his emotional wall anymore. I can only see that my words are moving him more than he wants them to and that still satisfies me.

I feel disgusting for enjoying his pain...

He is speechless, just opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"DON'T YOU JUST STAND THERE, RUFFLING THROUGH YOUR PERFECT HAIR! JUST SAY SOMETHING!" I shout, so very desperately wanting...no, needing him to say something that will fix the cracks that are splintering my heart apart the longer he stays silent.

"Purple. Stop, please." His voice is suddenly calming down, I see in his eyes how he is slowly breaking apart, his insides a thunderstorm of emotions he fails to hide from me right now.

Then I feel his thumb on my face and I realize that tears are running down my cheeks.

"Stop with what?" I hiss at him. "Stop with being angry at my best friend who is lying to me? Stop trying to find out his secret or stop yelling at him? Well I won't!" I inhale sharply and turn around, almost swishing my hair into his face - dumbass is too tall for that.

"Princess, please wait." I ignore his pathetic wish and just continue walking away even though it is breaking me to do this to him again after he told me never to do so after our first fight... yet here I am.

"Purple, STOP, NOW!" I shake my head slightly, the doorknob of the prefect bathroom beneath my hand, the metal feeling cold underneath my warm skin.