We both were late for class to start, and ran through the hallways like the wind, and soon, we were out of breath, and outside the classroom.

I turned to Taehyung, who was leaning on the wall, catching his breath.

"See? If I were to come to school by myself, we both weren't be late like this," I say through breaths, and he just turned to me and uttered a breathy laugh.

"It's fun going to school with you like this." He said, and I rolled my eyes, and stood back up, and took in a deep breath, and turned the door handle.

Mr. Yoo and the whole classroom turned their heads when we walked in, but I just ignored them all, and tried to walk to my seat like nothing happened, but when Mr. Yoo cleared his throat, I stopped.

"Miss. Lee, and Mr. Kim... why were you both late for class?" He asked us sternly, tapping his ruler in his hand on the board, so we both turned around to look at him.

"I-I was late because-"

"I'm sorry Mr.Yoo it was my fault to cause the both of us to be late." He said without no sign of nervousness, and I turned to look at him. The whole class began to ooo.

Mr. Yoo narrowed his eyes at both of us.

"Seeing that it is the second day back to school and getting late is quite unbelievable. You two will be punished. Go outside and stand there for the rest of the class. When class is over, you may come in and get your homework that I have for you. You will be graded on how much you know without my lesson."

He pointed at the door, and we reluctantly made our way out the classroom.

I leaned on the wall, and he leaned right next to me. Once the door closed, I turned my head towards him. "What was that? Being all brave now are you?"

"I saved us." He said as he turned to me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Saved? Then what are we doing out here then?"

"Spending some time together." He said as he raised his arms up, and yawned.

I frowned at him, and shook my head with a sigh. He's so unbelievable.

It drives me nuts how he always states things without shame, and that he never reacts to my mean comments towards him.

It's like it never works on him.

Was he seriously that in love with me? How can a person fall in love so easily when they just met for the first time? For goodness sake, he doesn't even know me that well.

I wanted to know from him, so I turned.

It was plain coincidence, but he turned his head towards me at the same time.

He looked at me, at first, with that blank expression on his face, but then his lips turned up into a smile as stared back at me. I've never looked at him this long before, but then I looked away.

"Why'd you cut your hair short?"

He asked suddenly, I was total caught off guard of how random it was. I frowned, and looked away from him, and at my hands which were resting in my lap as I sat crossed legged on the ground.

"I'm not telling you." I say, looking at my black polish colored fingernails.

"Is it a secret?"

"No. I just don't want to talk about it." I say, and reached and touched the ends of my hair strands mindlessly.

"It sounds like something bad happened." He said, most likely to himself.

"Did you breakup with someone?"

"This discussion is over." I say, and turned my body to the side, so that my back was facing him as I leaned my head on the wall, feeling the numbness again.

And the discussion was over.

When the time came for class to be over for lunch, we came back inside to collect our homework, as well as a detentions slip for being late, starting today.

The old me would be surely unhappy about having a detentions slip on the second day of school, but since now I was changed, I didn't give a flying bird.

It was said that both of us had to mop the performing art's stage.

Taehyung didn't have the look to be horrified of having a detentions, and I wondered if he had one or even many before, and that made me more curious about him.

"What? You got a detentions slip on the second day of school?!" The girls reacted when I handed my slip over for them to see during lunch time.

"Yeah? So?" I say with a shrug, and a roll of my eyes.

"Your parents would kill you for this!" Minah said bewildered, looking at the slip like she's never seen one before. And it was sort of true.

I've never seen or heard of her have one before.

"They just ground me, and send me to my room. But they don't know I jump out my window to sleep over at Yura's oftenly." I say, looking to Yura who made a duck face, and I made a duck face back.

"So you have to clean the stage by yourself?" Sojin asked, looking at me disappointingly.

She was the oldest one in our group, followed by Minah, so she had an unni image for mostly Yura and I, being the youngest out of the 4.

"As I wish I could." I say, and stuffed my mouth with fries.

They looked at me confusedly, but then I made a hand motion to the table next to us, and they turned to see where I was pointing at.

The boys were sitting together as well as the newest member to their group, Taehyung.

"Taehyung?" They whispered, and I made a crying face.

"Aiii..." They all said as they leaned back, looking back at me with pity.

I munched on a fri, and made a sad face.

"Sorry."

Minah patted my back, and I nodded, knowing that was what they could only say to the news.

When the bell rang for school to end for the day, I couldn't help but lean back on my chair, and let out a gigantic sigh.

The other students looked back at me with a weird look, but I didn't care less about that.

What's so bad that's going to happen... right?

With that in mind, I got out of my seat, and walked out of the classroom towards the auditorium theater where Taehyung and I are assigned to clean as a detentions punishment.

I collected a mop and a bucket in the storage room on the way and when I finally reached the door, I opened it and walked inside. It was empty and dark.

Hmm. It seems like he hasn't come yet.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

15 minutes had past, and he still hasn't arrived.

I mopped the floors by myself, and I no longer cared if he was going to come.

It's better for me to clean it by myself than for him to be here with me, since I know he would keep on talking to me non stop. By now, I was done with the floor, and I just needed to clean the stage floor.

The lights up there weren't on, so I made my way to the side where the light switches were. Right when I was reaching out to flip the light switch, the lights on the stage turned on, and I turned around to see a piano sitting there in the middle, and music started to flow from it.

At first, I was scared, but that only lasted for a little bit as curiosity started to kick in.

With slow steps, I walked towards the stage, trying to see who was playing.

I was nearing the stage, and I could now see who it was. I thought wrong.

Taehyung was sitting there, playing the piano in his own world.

It was... pretty sounding to be honest, and I was surprised by how good he was playing it.

I placed my mop down, and walked up the stage where he was, and moved my way slowly, and rested my arm on the top of the piano, and watched him play.

"What song is it?" I asked curiously when the song ended.

"Hold Me Tight." He answered right away, looking up at me for the first time.

"By who?" I asked again.

"By me."

He's a lot more than I had expected him to be... I was surprised, but I tried my best to control myself and then I realized how I was acting right now. That wasn't me.

What am I doing?

So I started to frown.

"Why are you playing the piano right now? You were supposed to help me mop the floors. I already did the bottom, and you were just sitting there at the piano the whole time?"

"I wrote that song just last night. I made it just for you." He told me softly, his innocent eyes still looking up at me like he didn't hear what I just said to him before.

I was shocked by what he said, but I was even more shocked when I felt something shock me in my stomach. Why am I feeling like this? Stop it! I told myself mentally.

I felt hot blood travel to my cheeks, and scoffed and looked away.

"W-Well you shouldn't have! I- I don't like it!" I lied without thinking, and I took in a sharp breath, realizing what I said was hurtful and was too mean.

I looked up at him worriedly, but I was once again, surprised.

He didn't look hurt, or wounded by my words. He looked rather... fine.

He looked up at me, and shrugged. His eyes tell no emotions.

"That's okay. I'm not done with it yet. Maybe you'll like it when it's completely finished."

With that, he got up and turned his back on me as he started to walk down the platform of the stage. He suddenly stopped, and turned his body a little.

"I already mopped the stage, so you don't have to do that part. I'll see you soon."

And with that, he walked out of the auditorium, leaving me standing on the stage, watching the heavy doors slam shut behind him.

The air around me started to feel a whole lot colder now as I stood here on the stage by myself.

Then, for the first time in a long time, I felt remorse in my cold heart.

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