"Without art, the crudeness of reality
would make the world unbearable."
—George Bernard Shaw

Taehyung

I sat alone on the bench as I continued to draw in my sketchbook. The skin on my arm became imprinted with the crossed pattern of the table as I was frustrated. My mind was clouded as I thought about how much I cared for Emona and how the universe tries to drag us apart. The led of my pencil continued to scrape across the paper in my pad until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Closing my sketchbook quickly I turned to catch her stare. Her eyes wide as a small smile was shown on her face, she hinted me to move over. Brushing down her dress she sat down beside me. The atmosphere was quiet between us although loud surrounding us.

"Listen, Tae... I'm sorry about how Aniya acted the other day it's just, sometimes she gets really overprotective and controlling and-" she sighs. "Just know that I appreciated you coming yesterday,"

I shrugged my shoulders gently. Though that moment between Aniya and I has been apologized for by Emona I still didn't trust Aniya herself. She tried to embarrass me in front of her, placing herself as a wedge between us.

"It's alright" I lied, looking down at my fingers intertwined.

"Tae?" She spoke her hand rested on my forearm. "Would you please join us inside for lunch?"

"With Aniya and Namjoon? No, I'll pass" I smirked continuing to not make eye contact, knowing that if I had I would simply be clay in her hands.

"Tae.. please... for me?" She asked as her pointer finger guided my chin to face her. I looked into her deep brown eyes as I melted into her aura.

"Fine," I obliged as she lifted my belongings into her hands.

"They're over here!" She directed walking towards a long table at the end of the cafeteria. She pulled open the door into the building as a rush of cool air brushed across my skin.

Three people were seated together. Aniya's smaller figure sitting adjacent to Namjoon as another male sat in front of them.

"Hey!" Emona cheered catching the attention of the group. "I bought Taehyung for lunch with us." Aniya's large smile faulted at the site of me as Emona sat her stuff down. I quickly sat on the opposite side of her.

I watched as Aniya's eyes continued to follow Emona's wandering movement until she sat still. Aniya grinned before speaking. "Emona, do you remember Yoongi? Namjoons friend?"

Emona looked beside her as the guy with pale skin reached out his hand. She took it carefully as they interlocked in a firm shake. He smiled slightly staring at her in awe, blushing she turned away.

"Are you still into art?" He asked as he fondled around with the food on his tray.

"Well-"

"Yeah Emona loves art" Aniya interrupts "she studies it, right Emona?"

Emona nods as a red hue seeps onto her cheeks "My major is studio art." She confirms.

"That's great what are you planning to do with that?" He asks.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I heard his remark. What are you planning to do with that? She plans to do art!

"I wanted to be an artist but by the looks of it things may change."

"What do you mean?" I spoke lowly nudging her arm. This movement quickly caught the attention of Aniya as she turned her attention to me.

"She didn't tell you!?" Her jaw dropped.

"Tell me what? Emona what is she talking about?"

"No, I haven't told him yet!" Emona groans as she stares deathly across the table.

"That's sad, I'd thought you'd be the first to know since you two are so close and everything." Aniya shrugs her shoulders as she retrieved the carton of milk that is on her tray. She stabs it once or twice before bring it to her lips and drinking it slowly.

Deep lines sat across my forehead as I analyzed Aniya's stance. Is she challenging Emona's and I's relationship? I gripped the edge of the table in fury! Here she goes again aiming to embarrass me!

"Anyway Yoongi. Emona may or may not be keeping her major as studio art. She has really big things coming soon all thanks to me" Aniya speaks as the guy slowly nods his head.

"Well, Emona I think that's great. And I bid you well on your future endeavors. But uh yo I guess I'll catch you soon." He stands up as he looks over to Namjoon with a nod. Namjoon sits quietly until he leaves.

"Emona he's a nice guy don't you think?" Aniya grins.

"I mean. Sure but after what happened with Jimin you know how I feel," Emona shrugs. Her body slumped down as she stares at the table. Her lucid curls covering her face, the strap of her green dress falling down her shoulder.

"Taehyung?" I hear as I'm quickly knocked out of my trance.

"Yes?"

"You have class in 30 minutes so I suppose we should go soon" Emona speaks.

I quickly follow her movements as we began to depart from the table. She starts to walk away without telling her friends goodbye.

"Emona!" Aniya's voice shouts loudly and stops her in her tracks. "Don't forget about coming over tonight!"

Emona sighs quickly as she looks up. A wave of annoyance washed across her features. She quickly replaces it with a slight cheery tone. "I'll be there" she smiles then continues to walk beside me.

We began to exit the cafeteria, a cool breeze of air brushes across our bodies forcing me to place my hands into hiding within the pockets of my jean jacket. She walks in silence as we head to the direction of the art studio.

"Emona?" I spoke, wanting to question her about what it was that she had been hiding from me.

"God Taehyung isn't she terrible!" she screams as her arms fly in the air. "All the time with 'do this Emona like this Emona' but yet she never takes my feelings into account."

"I care about your-" I started but was quickly interrupted by her explosion.

"And the guy she's trying to get me to date like-like Jimin can be replaced! Like I need to get over him! We just buried him... I don't want to get over him!"

I retracted my hand into a fist as it shook slightly at my side. What does she mean she doesn't want to get over him? After all, I've done to protect her?

"Emona, I think that it's unhealthy for you to hold on to him" I spoke lowly "You are right you must heal but he is gone... he's not coming back." I didn't dare bite my tongue, she needs to face the truth.

She glanced at me through damp eyes her lips in a pouting position as she took a deep breath. "How am I supposed to get over someone that I love Taehyung?"