I was still scared after what happened the previous day. Four days later and I still hadn't gotten over it.

I'm pretty sure Taehyung noticed my strange behaviour, or any rather, my lack of it. But he didn't mention anything about it, which I was glad about.

For once, I didn't want to hear his voice. His angelic voice could have been seen as soothing, but at that moment, I was the very opposite of calm. And I still was.

I walked behind Taehyung, unsure of where we were heading. Recently, we had been going to the park a lot and sometimes we would see the other two boys I had met before. It started to rain, despite the fact that the skies were clear only moments ago. I inwardly sighed and watched as small puddle began to form on the path in front of me.

I realised that keeping my distance from Taehyung was probably painful for him. Or I hoped it was, as sadistic as that sounds. It would be worse for me if I realised he didn't even miss my quiet presence.

But maybe he didn't.

I tried to push the thought away, but instead my mind drifted back to his voice. I wanted to rip my mind out and destroy every single one of my thoughts. Taehyung suddenly stopped and turned to face me. I stopped too.

There was at least 2 metres between us and Taehyung didn't seem happy about it. He gestured for me to come closer, so I did. I shuffled forward about 30 centimetres. Taehyung raised his eyebrow at me but I just shrugged.

I would be lying if I said I didn't feel bad. I missed his presence too, but I was too afraid. I was scared and I hated that I was.

I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply but when I opened them, Taehyung was right in front of me. I flinched back in shock but Taehyung only smiled. I shifted my eyes, trying to avoid making eye contact. However, Taehyung didn't seem to mind that I did that.

Instead he wrapped his arms around me, engulfing in his body warmth. I didn't react, just standing frozen. I felt his breath on my neck and shivered. He only reacted by hugging me tighter. I finally gave in, hugging him back. I didn't squeeze too tight, afraid I would break him.

Afraid.

I was always afraid.

I felt my shoulder getting damper and my heart stopped. He was crying. I made him cry. My heart broke at the thought. I tried to release myself from his grip but he didn't let go, clinging onto me as if I was his life support.

I felt his body beginning to shake. I wasn't sure if it was because if the cold rain that was hitting our skin, or from the pain that was being released through his tears. Either way, my heart ached at the thought of him being hurt.

I felt his grip loosen slightly and took the opportunity to pull back and look at his face. It was red and blotchy, his skin still damp from both the tears and the rain. He looked down, avoiding my gaze. I could tell he felt ashamed that I had seen this side of him. I wanted to speak so much at that moment, just so I could tell him what was on my mind.

You're still beautiful to me.

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