Badboy shadow

My new life

Taehyung's pov.

She brushes my chest with her shoulder harshly as she speeds off.

Her scent still hovering in the air, mocking me to follow her.
With her fists clenched on both sides she disappears out of my sight leaving me chuckling.

"Where are you looking at?"
Jimin asks while looking over my shoulder.

I turn instantly.
"Nothing."
I hum, walking past Jimin.

"She's wild."
He laughs trying to keep up with my fast steps.

"Who is she?"
I act dumb.

He tilts his head. A wide smirk marking his face.
"Your girl."
He answers short.

I groan.
She isn't my girl after all.
I wouldn't consider us even as friends. I'm done with her and that's all.
"First of all..she isn't "my girl"."

He blinks.
"And second?"

"Jimin leave me alone."
I say with a cold tone.

He answers with a deep sigh.
"Hyung."
He starts.

"I will never leave you. To make that clear. And Lee... is definitely not like the other girls. You'll meet a girl like her only once in your lifetime. Just to get that straight. I would fight for her if I was you."
With that he walks past me towards Namjoon and that girl who's name I forgot. Something with A- Ana... or Anabelle I don't know.
They seem to like each other.
As far as I can tell...

My thoughts run in a circle.
Why do my best friends want me to be with that girl whose attention was really hard to get.
I fought for a very a long time.

But on the other hand...I couldn't imagine myself beside another girl than Lee.
After her I would never be able to love again. And that's for fact.

Lee's pov.
I speed into my dorm, slamming the door behind me as loud as I can.

Hot tears of anger and disappointment run down my cheeks as I explore my dorm room.
I wasn't here since hospital.

I walk into that room that was supposed to be my bedroom.

"Damn I had taste."
I whisper under my tears trying to hype my mood up.

I sit down at the huge vintage like bed holding on onto a cushion, examining the room with my eyes.
The room is filled with personal stuff as well as many memories I must've gathered over the time.

I would love to know more about myself. I'd love to know who I was and if I'm still the same.
I walk towards the huge desk a few feet away from my bed.

I bump myself on that moveable chair which they have in hospitals just in a light pinkish white tone.
I pull open one of the many drawers that come along with the huge desk.
A huge, red book found it's place in it.
I gently take it and blow away the thin layer of dust that must've built itself while I was gone.

My boring life
That's the title on the cover of the book.
I take a deep breath before I open the first page.

It's a photo book!

I gasp. They were all made by my polaroid camera.
The first page was covered in pictures of our school.

I chuckle and flip to the next page.
It's a picture of the boys and me. They were all standing behind me since I'm the smallest. I was holding up my two hands in piece signs.
Look at Yoongi. How annoyed he seems. I smile and flip the page again.

This is me in hospital.
I wore a white coat and in one hand I held up a scalpel.

"Medicine..."
I mumble and flip the page.