Chapter 17

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Y/n pov:

I came home and laid down on my bed , trying to forget everything happened that day . But my mind , was no less than a trash can ... A can that never threw any litter out of it , any sooner . I kept thinking about variuos things , so many previous memories just ran through my mind leaving me all confused and done with life  . But then I don't know when of thinking all those things , I slept crouching myself in my bed .

An hour or two had passed and I woke up with my eyes half opened , as usual and I just came out of the bed and went to wash up .

Now almost the whole half day was left ... but ..maybe I was forgetting that there was another job I had signed in for and I had only 20-25 minutes to reach there. So I got ready taking no time and  , took my phone and put it in my pocket , got into my sneakers and stepped of the house quickly to get the bus on time .

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After virtually half an hour , I reached to the café , where I had my afternoon shift at and started off with my work.

I completed my work as always , and left when it was over. This way I kept working for those few days , not enjoying a little break . And the schools were now open .

It was monday and I had to go to the school now . I got up early in the morning , got ready for the school , packed my stuff up and left the house and just like the normal days , walked to the school.
I reached the school in about half hour and there was nothing special going on there . Just a group of girls , gathered at every corner , drooling over some handsome guy , and this was the most usual thing to happen in the school .

I ignored it all and went straight to the class , with no one in there since the lesson hadn't started yet . I sat there, on the seat with the window , and just closed my eyes , feeling the cold breezes hitting my face , and giving me that inner peace for some time . It was just when I heard the door opening , and as soon as my eyes reached the location , it was Taehyung standing there , with the same sleepy , tired and a whole done with life face . He looked at me with that weariness in his eyes , and as soon as he saw me , he stopped and then turned out again .

It was something to dwell over maybe , but even if it wasn't too , I was the type of the person to do so , no matter what . All I thought was that maybe he didn't want to see me , just because he hated me a little too much ... But then my dumb mind got another entry into it . Maybe he knew that I was aware with all his evilness and so he couldn't face me ???????? But just when I was in that thinking process , I found someone's hand waving right in front of my face and just when I looked up , it was him , Song ho ...maybe the cause of all the fuss ? Or maybe my .... saviour ?? Who knew what exactly he was . 
"Hey y/n ! Where have you been these three days ? I kept waiting for your call or some text , but there was nothing by your side ? Even I called you alot and you didn't answer ? I missed you so much even though it was only 3 days ! What was up with you ? All good ?" He asked inquisitively and that.... irritated me . But with all calm expressions , I replied ," There's nothing , I was just a little busy , there...uhh.....were .......some guests up at home....so I couldn't contact you . I'm really sorry for not picking your calls up . I hope there was nothing urgent ? "

"Oh...What guests by the way ? And yeah ..there was nothing urgent , it was just that..I wanted to spend some time with you . But that's okay ."

"Oh ... right ." I replied , ignoring his question about the guests , since I had nothing to answer , because no guest ever came up . I didn't really feel good to lie to him , but ... maybe , it's okay sometimes .

And just when we were busy talking , the other students started coming to the class and Song ho was still bowing on his feet to talk to me , by my desk and  I could hear all those girls whispering something to eachother , looking at me and...song ho maybe...

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