a/n please let's just appreciate tae with his full face

Yuki- 2 years after the events of Prologue

The library was crowded today, my usual safe-haven had been reduced to the unfortunate placeholder of the school's annual career fair. 

Though this was a university of sorts, the students were nothing more than mere preschoolers in terms of mental capacity. Most of them, anyway. 

The Dean had threatened over half of the delinquent population of the student body, warning them of holding them back from their degrees if they didn't participate in at least 3 activities throughout the year.

Funnily enough, there were only three events ever hosted. 

I felt my body tense up as a shudder passed through my fingertips, the air of him simply brushing his hand back across the unstained wood of the library table flooding my senses as though he had slapped the fingers themselves. 

I was convinced I was crazy- there's no way I could feel such small things so intensely when I have no connection with a person. 

I glanced up through the ends of my pale bangs at the most confusing human being I had ever encountered, and he wasn't even looking back at me. 

Taehyung just stood there with his eyes closed. I huffed out a breath of relief and then hissed and hid my face when the huff caught his attention. 

I hid my face in my book, closing my eyes and silently cursing myself for being so careless. 

When I opened my eyes and peeked over the edges of the wrinkled pages of Charlotte Wolfe to gaze at him once again, his attention had been diverted back to the front of the room where guests speakers emerged. 

I looked closely at his tanned face, glancing at the way his hair was messily pushed back by yet another headband to his dark brown eyes gazing disinterestedly at what was going around him to the curves of his plump lips. 

They were tinted bright red, and my face flushed as I realized that meant he had been previously... preoccupied.. with Tuai.

 When long fingers caught his chin and turned his head back, I glanced at the person that touched him and my face flushed even more at Tuai with her smeared red lipstick and beautiful black hair, whispering something in his ear. 

Taehyung leaned his head back and laughed quietly, my eyes widening as I looked at the veins along the sides of his neck bulging from being stretched back. 

There was no denying it, the boy was simply beautiful. His head slowly lowered back down from being leaned, and I gasped when his chocolate irises met mine. 

His mouth caught my attention next as his long tongue slid between his plump lips and the tip rubbed along his bottom lip. 

I quickly closed my own mouth at the realization that it was gaping open, jerking my head back down to my book. 

My stomach was going crazy and I couldn't tell if it was a good crazy or a bad one because it felt like I would throw up right then and there. 

I had never spoken to Taehyung before, I'd only been really touched by him once, the night that they found me outside the gates of the academy. 

The mere feeling of air brushing across my skin had pained me that night, but his touch didn't. 

His touch had felt like soothing heat and warmed me. It's been two years since that night, I still hadn't remembered anything more about my life, and I only managed to make one friend. 

I didn't know why Taehyung regarded me as someone he never noticed before... and I didn't know why I wanted him to notice me at all.

~*~

"Yu-yu, why so quiet? I mean, you're always quiet, but just more-so today than usual..." Lua taunted me, a smirk gracing her thin lips, knowing good and well I hadn't spoken to anyone in the past two years apart from grunts of approval/disapproval. 

My pitch black eyes flickered to her, and I shrugged my shoulders lightly before glancing back down at the books I held in my arms. 

I pushed them up against my chest as someone's shoulder collided with the back of mine. 

"Oops," I heard someone say, followed by a high-pitched giggle, and then a "guess you really are that invisible." 

My ears twitched at Tuai's voice, but I didn't even bother to look up at her. 

I could feel him in this room, I could feel him a few feet away from me with Tuai's fingers laced with his. 

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and reached out to grasp Lua's sleeve and tug her to the table pushed farthest against the wall. 

"You have so much more self restraint than I do.." she muttered, placing her hand over my knuckles that were even whiter than normal from how hard had been gripping my books. 

I would say that I didn't understand why Tuai seemed to hate me, but it'd be pointless. 

She hated everyone who wasn't one of her followers. It was just what mean people did, what popular people did, it had nothing to do with myself as a person. 

Yet it bothered me that he was so wrapped up in her. 

Literally. 

I might've accidentally seen a few things I wasn't supposed to while wandering around the school during breaks.

They never stopped if they noticed me, he would just glance at me and carry on, if not screwing her even harder than before. 

If she would be the one to see me, she'd just hold onto him tighter and stick her tongue out at me childishly.

It always burned me to see them so intimate. Not even figuratively. 

I actually felt like I was melting, and would have to run back to my dorm then up the stairs to the suite I shared with Lua. 

I'd always, every single time, bust into the bathroom and turn the cold water of the faucet in the bath on full-blast and sit shaking in the tub, with my clothes still on. 

Lua didn't question me after the first few times, she knew I wouldn't respond to her if she had, so she simply understood and helped me dry and change after I managed to cool my burning skin.

The burning never happened on my entire body. It was the top of my chest, the back of my neck, the side of my left cheek, across my back and shoulders, my entire left side, and the undersides of my knees. 

As if some burning man had carried me.

As if he had been the burning man when he carried me that one time all those months back. It didn't only happen when I witnessed their love-making, it happened often. 

Usually during the night or during breaks in class, and I couldn't understand what was happening to me. 

"Yuke!" I heard a feminine voice squeak as the table I sat at rattled. Startled, I gasped and glanced up at my only friend, brought back to the current time and place I was in. 

I made the ASL sign for "a" and brought my hand to my chest, moving it around in a clockwise motion to represent "sorry" for Lua. 

Miahne, I thought to myself.

~*~  

After the end of our evening classes, Lua and I slowly made our way up to our room to get ready for bed. 

After passing through the entrance of our suite, my head turned to the side and I caught a glimpse of myself in the long mirror that was hung against the wall. 

I looked like a ghost, I sighed. My skin and my hair nearly matched in how white they both had been. 

My eyes set off the contrast completely, seeing as how they were jet black and the irises seemed to swallow my pupils. 

I brought my small, baby-soft hands to my face to cup my cheeks. I slapped them once harshly, watching as a bright pink color rose up only to fade almost as fast as it came.

I'd tried using makeup often, but it seemed to never want to stay on my skin. Just like my hair. I had dyed it quite often during the past 23 months, even black, but it would never take. 

Lua was pretty. Tuai was beautiful.

I was a freak.

a/n pls let me know how this first chapter is, and I'll upload another tomorrow if anyone likes it x