Suspicious.

He felt that, again.
He felt the same thing he felt years ago.
The same feelings—came back.

I SAT ON THE chair, speechless with what I was feeling. My hair was messy and I wasn't aware of what I was doing.

Such a miserable situation I had to face.

The way my heart beat was different— I haven't felt that for such a very long time. I didn't know how to describe the feeling I was feeling.

I hugged my knees as my anxiety made its come back. It was hard for me to talk at this moment. It felt like something was closing my mouth.

While I was shaking, I heard my phone beeped, signalling that someone had sent me a text. I was too weak to pick my phone up so I just glanced at the screen to see who it was.

Turned out it was Bae Sooyun.

Bae Sooyun
sent 4:25 p.m.
You haven't reply to my texts. Are you okay? Do you need help? Please respond. At least I know you're okay.

I was still shaking, didn't know what to do. The thing I felt right now was so strong. I wonder if someone have ever felt something like I was right now. Why do the feelings has to come back? What did it supposed to mean?

Am I forgiven now? Did he forgive me?

8:35 p.m.

I heard a knock on my door. Slowly, I made my way straight to the door to see who it was. I predicted it to be my assistant since he had been calling me for several times but I didn't pick up any of his calls.

"Wait," I said weakly, my voice was low and quite husky.

Finally, I held the doorknob and pulled it open. I was looking down when I opened the door so the first thing that I saw once I opened the door was a red heels.

I set my head up to confirm that the person in front of me was the same person as I think it would be. Yes, it was her. Bae Sooyun.

The look she gave me depicted that she was concern. "Taehyung," she said my name. Her voice gave me peace for some reasons. "You don't seem well." She commented after looking at my pale face.

"How do you know?" I asked with my deep voice.

She sighed while looking at me. "I don't know but, I can feel it."

Sooyun

I had no idea why I suddenly wanted to visit him so bad just to make sure he was fine and doing well after leaving without saying a word to me. Well, anyone would feel worry if someone suddenly leave without saying anything.

I knew something was going wrong when I looked at him in the car. He looked like he was attacked by something; more likely a memory that he didn't like. I wonder what was it.

A strong feeling suddenly made me to meet him. I had to say that it was such a weird feelings because in my whole life, I had never been so desperate to meet someone. Since I didn't know his address, I made an effort by contacting his assistant and convinced him to give me his address.

Since I knew that he wasn't feeling well, I prepared a bowl of hot porridge with me. I bought it before coming here. Now, he was sitting on the couch with his body shaking in coldness. I tried to do something to keep him warm so I gave him a mug of hot chocolate in hope that it would be enough to warm him.

Looking around, I tried to find where his room was. "May I know where's your room? You need a blanket. You're shivering. " I stated. He refused to rest in his room. Maybe because he didn't want me to feel awkward if we had to stay in his room.

Breathing heavily, "It's on the left, the last room among the three rooms." He added, "You can just take the blanket on my bed."

I nodded. "Okay, wait here. I'll be right back."

Without wasting any seconds, I made my way into his room and without thinking of anything, I was focusing on finding his blanket. Gladly I spotted it right away after entering his room.

It was placed nicely on his bed. I couldn't resist myself from taking a moment to look at how neat and clean his room was. His room was like girls room.

Guys room are usually a mess so I could tell that Taehyung is a person who takes cleanliness as something crucial in his life. No wonder he acts differently from the other guys. He was a person with life principle.

As I took the blanket from his bed, I was about to make my way out from his room. Until my eyes suddenly caught an captivating object that caught my attention once I laid my eyes on it. It was a sword. An old, antique sword. If any shops sell this, it'd be extremely pricey judging from the designs. The person who made this sword had surely spent his time making this sword.

I was drown in its beauty. I usually wasn't a person who admires antique stuffs. But I didn't what kind of magic this beautiful sword had that made me fell in love with its beauty. Immaculate.

I took a few steps closer towards the sword and was about to touch it. But Taehyung was already there, standing beside me out of nowhere. I didn't even realise when he entered the room. "Why are you taking so long?" He asked, his heavy breath was obvious and clear.

I flinched in shock. "T-Taehyung, sorry I—" I looked at the sword that was placed in a big glass.

"You were looking at this sword?" He asked. "This belonged to my dad. He gave me after passing away." He told me. "Nothing special about this sword. I'm just keeping it because I was told to."

"Can we go to the living room now? It's cold here." He said.

"Uh, sure." I answered then walked to the living room with him.

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[A/N]

This chapter is short. I know.

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