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We're meant to be

Taehyung's Pov

3 months.

She's been in a coma for 3 months now.

Once I woke up,All I heard was sirens.All I saw was feet and her bloody body.

I felt numb,I couldn't move an inch and it's was the only moment I felt close to the feeling of being dead.

I shouldn't have  gotten my insecurities in my head.

If only I have listened to her or atleast calmed down

She wouldn't be laying in the same hospital bed for three months.

I told her family the truth at what had happened that night.

Also revealing that everything was my fault.

Her father blamed me while her mother couldn't even spare me a glance.

They don't trust me anymore and probably never will.

- - -

Y/N's Pov

It's been a few weeks ever since I've left the hospital and it's not-so-tasty meals.

Once I woke up,I saw unfamiliar faces who now I know are my family.

They tried to make me remember a few important details.They also explained my situation.

And now,After a few whines and begging,I finally got the chance to continue my studies in a fine university.

The campus was spacious.I couldn't help but to look around carelessly.

I heard myself let out a small,"ow."As sooon as I bump into something,more like,someone.

"Oh..I'm sorry and also for your camera."I apologized at the tall man infront of me but I couldn't read the expression on his face.

He's not mad though.

"Uhm,I'm Y/N,Kang Y/N.History Major."I extended my hand out for a handshake.

"So,You don't know me?"He says making me retrieve my hand back.

"Uh,No.Am I supposed to?"

Instead of answering back,He turns his back on me,Leaving me dumbfounded with my hand still waiting for a handshake.

"Rude."I scoffed quietly.

- - -

Thankfully,there were dormitories here.I didn't have to travel back home for a couple of hours and then go back here.

"Number,927."I mumbled lowly to myself while searching for the number written in one of the doors.

Finally,in front of the said room,I didn't hesitate once and abruptly opened it.

I was greeted with two beds,One for me and my supposedly roommate.The other bed was occupied with luggages.I'm guessing the left bed is mine.The one with many on what looks like papers.

I took a closer look,

They were pictures,scattered at every part of my bed.

It was all pictures of me.

On a swing,On what seemed to be a park and at a beach.

There were dates written at each photo.

Only one photo caught my attention,There was a guy beside me.

He looked somewhat familiar.

It was the boy from earlier.I don't why but this epiphany didn't seem to be right.Perhaps,It's not the same person,I don't think I could picture him and me being in the same picture.Considering his rudeness.

But if he knows things that I don't,

I would gladly want to know.