It's Out Of My Control | Taelice

Chapter 1

I sighed for the 100th time as I sat on my chair, sulking at the thought of me never getting to settle with someone even if it costs me a lifetime.

I just got rejected for the 5th time this week, and you would've thought I've learned my lesson and just take a break from all the romance, but of course I didn't get the memo and let my heart get constantly smitten by any beautiful man I see, and then, as if it's a routine, get my heart broken in the end.

Typical.

The heart is fickle so they say, and never have those words been thought to be truer.

I moped around, face planting my head into the table as I continued to string out a series of inaudible noises.

"I'm so lame..."

I muttered with a tired sigh.

Today was suppose to be a good day. The sun is shining brightly, the sky is free of clouds, students littered around the campus chatting with friends and busily weaving pass each other through the brazen crowd.

Everyone seemed to be in a pretty good mood, and yet here I am, emitting an aura that completely contrasts to the refreshing atmosphere as I'm holed up into my own little corner, wallowing in my own self pity.

"Let me guess, you got rejected... again?"

An all familiar voice peirced through my sulking as I snapped my head up to meet his knowing amused gaze along with his signature boxed grin.

"Morning."

He greeted with a refreshing smile.

Kim Taehyung, a friend that has been stuck with me since childhood. An athletic good looking young man oblivious to his rising popularity with women. An innocent and pure ball of sunshine that makes bad jokes for the fun of it.

I rolled my eyes as he went to take his seat in front of me. I can already tell he's having fun the moment he saw me moping around, his forehead is just plastered with an invisible sign scribbled with the word mischief on it.

"Good morning to you too, once again your guesses have been spot on. It makes me wonder if you're a psychic."

I spoke, stretching my arms out across the desk as I began to poke on his backside attempting to be annoying.

"I just knew you too well."

He chuckled, turning around from his seat to face me. His elbow resting comfortably on my desk with his chin perched snugly on his palm.

"So? Who's the lucky guy?"

Already he's trying to entertain himself with my sour mood, he's a sadist that finds my misfortune amusing.

"Doesn't really matter, if you meant that he's lucky that he didn't get to date me, then that's very comforting Mr. Kim Taehyung-shi."

I irked, flicking him on the forehead lightly.

"You know I've always been your number one supporter."

He laughed with a wide smile, I scoffed at his remark, but couldn't help but to acknowledge it in the end.

After all, he has been my main source of comfort. Always being the strong pillar that I needed whenever I start to crumble. He's like family to me.

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say."

I said, waving him off lightheartedly with a smile.

Our day always starts off like this almost like a routine, and he made it as his life's duty to mess around and tease me as if it's his daily supplement of Vitamin C.