《silence; vkook》3.
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To me, Taehyung felt like an angel sent from heaven. He made me smile all the time and I'd never felt so appreciative of another person. He gave me so much hope with just one smile. That's really all he did. Smile, and mess about, but it made my pathetic life so much better.
He also looked like an angel. His skin was so soft, and his hand fitted into mine perfectly. He had really nice hair, which always managed to look good, even after he messed it up. But what I couldn't believe was that I had only known Taehyung for two days, and I felt such a strong bond with him.
We were already really good friends. After my mini crying episode, he gave me a hug. It was warm and his arms felt really strong around me. Within minutes I was smiling again, because of him.
Taehyung decided to take me to a zoo. I didn't think they would have one in such a small town, but they did and it was huge. After paying for passes he pulled me over to map, silently asking me where I wanted to go. I didn't really care, I just wanted to spend the day with him. I chose the penguins and Taehyung seemed to be happy with my decision. He let go of my hand and sprinted off at the speed of light towards the penguins. I smiled and took a deep breath before running after him.
I saw him trip up and quickly caught up with him. He didn't cry or even wince when I touched the cut on his knee. He just laughed silently, his smile was brighter than any hope I had ever had. I decided to stop focusing on his wound and smiled too. I didn't have it in me to laugh, even without noise.
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Taehyung didn't seem to mind, as he grabbed onto my hand, just smiling back. I got up and pulled him to his feet. He nodded, showing that he was okay to walk. I nodded back but didn't let go of his hand. He frowned, sending a rush of panic through me. I quickly let go, letting my hand go limp by my side.
Taehyung shook his head, trying to say that he did want to hold my hand. He reached for it again, but gave up half way. I was more than confused by his abnormal actions. He frowned even more, and walked off, the tears visible in his eyes.
I just stood there, frozen to the ground beneath me. What had I done wrong? I finally grasped hold of the fact that Taehyung was no longer with me. I quickly ran in the direction that he had left but there was no sign of him. Well, I screwed up. I thought, sitting on the edge of the road, just outside The Zoo.
I still didn't understand if I had done anything wrong. Taehyung seemed disappointed and upset but I couldn't make out whether it was because of me or something else. I put my head in my hands and began to cry. I messed up. I messed up on the second day. I wanted to scream out, to yell his name but I couldn't. Something that only made me cry harder.
The sun was beginning to go down, but for once there was no rain to add to my misery. I didn't know how to feel about that. My thoughts we screeching in my mind. I wanted a button that would switch it off, a button that would free me from the torture.
I felt someone touch my shoulder and I flinched at the contact. I knew it wouldn't be Taehyung so I felt no comfort in the touch. The person refused to give up there. They sat down next to me, waving their hand in front of my face. I rolled my eyes and looked at the person.
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It was a boy wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered his eyes, not allowing me to see the emotion in them. He had a goofy smile on his face, dimples and all. He gave me a questioning look, as if to ask what was wrong.
I only shrugged in response, and to my surprise the boy didn't push any further. He pulled out a map and pointed to a park. I presumed that he wanted me to go with him. The boy seemed a bit awkward but it's not as if I had anything better to do. I nodded and he smiled, pulling me to my feet.
After we got to the park, he gestured that he was waiting for someone. I thought that was my cue to leave but the boy grabbed my arm and shook his head. Just then, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around to see another boy, with another smile on his face. He had very nice skin. Stop being weird. I thought to myself, inwardly smiling. The boy waved at me, then gave the dimple boy a big hug.
Dimple boy clearly blushed at this, shyly pulling away but the other one didn't seem to notice. He gestured that we start walking so I nodded, and walked with them.
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