"Taehyung..." his name rolled off my lips before I could even orient my thoughts further.

His eyes turned darker than before— as if he was going to rip my soul apart the very next moment. A convulsive shiver ran down my spine when his cold gaze shifted from my face to something past my shoulder. I followed the line of his sight and glanced behind my shoulder. His eyes fixated onto the feeble brunette momentarily before shifting towards me again.

Back then, just by looking at those eyes, I could easily tell what he was actually thinking, but right now— they were unreadable, blank like a white sheet of paper. Entirely emotionless. 

My knees were going weak under his intense gaze, compelling me to avert my eyes and look anywhere but him. The tension between us was becoming unbearable for me. As if on cue, a knock was heard on the door. I looked up to see the same nurse from the help desk standing at the door.

“Yes?” He turned towards her, and I could finally breathe for once.

"The diagnosis reports, which you had earlier asked for are here, doctor,” she informed, handing him a white envelope. He nodded at her as he accepted the envelope before glancing at Jimin briefly. 

“Miss, you should get another IV drip. You're still not looking fine at all," she suddenly stated, turning towards me as her eyes scanned my face precisely.

“Huh? N-no… I'm f-fine now. Thank you!" I said, shaking my head immediately.

“Your panic attack wasn't a mild one. You should at least eat something."

"Yeah, I will," I assured her in a small voice. She smiled slightly before bowing at the man who was glaring at me all this while and walked away. I bit my lower lip, avoiding looking at him as I was again left alone in the same space with him. Well, not all alone technically. Jimin was there too, still unconscious.

I expected him to say something, but I was taken aback when not even a single word left his mouth. He simply walked towards the bed to examine Jimin's vitals and then jotted something down on the paper. He wasn't even acknowledging my presence, as if I was totally invisible to him.

He hates me. After what I did to him, what else should I even expect from him?

“His condition was critical, but the surgery was successful. There was some internal bleeding in his head due to the concussion, but he's going to be fine. His vitals are also stable now,” he spoke, with an entirely professional and unaffected tone, as if it was our first meeting.

“Th-thank you,” I uttered awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. Moreover, keeping our history aside, I needed to thank him at the very least because he is the one who saved Jimin's life.

He stopped whatever he was writing and turned towards me. And for the very first time, I noticed the white coat he was wearing, his name engraved on the upper left pocket— Dr. Kim Taehyung. 

I was immediately reminded of the times when he used to recite the stories about his father and how he inspired him to become a doctor, the times when he would go on rambling about his professor, and how annoying he is.

“All the patients are equal in my eyes, Miss Song,” he stated indifferently, bringing me back from the reverie of old memories. I batted my eyelashes at him, and before I could even open my mouth to say anything, he already walked out of the room. I was just left standing there, gawking at the door blankly through which he had just exited, not even aware of the hot tears that had splattered across my face.

Why was he here? Why him out of all people? What game exactly is destiny trying to play this time? I wanted to laugh when I was actually crying. Ironic, right?

He is the only one I've ever loved, not even for once I've forgotten him. All these years I have been living, while cherishing our memories, there hasn't been a day when I have not remembered him. And I planned to adore him forever in my heart, just like that. I never thought of moving on from him, not even for a split of a second. But meeting him again was never one of my plans. I never wanted to see him again, and it was the best for both of us; we are better off without each other. But now, even the skies are laughing at my situation.

He probably resents me now. Oh well, that was what I wanted when I left him, right? Yes, but I never wanted to confront the hatred coming from him, and just seeing how much he had changed since then is truly petrifying.

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“I told you not to show your face ever again, then why are you here, Hana?” I hissed, raking my fingers through my hair as I collapsed on the chair behind me. My fingers clenched into tight fists, and I slammed it on the table in front of me when the scenes from a few moments ago started replaying in front of my eyes.

She left me years ago, then why was she back here? I thought I was being delusional when I first saw her in that room, but it was indeed Hana. My mind was entirely vacuous for a few moments, and when I retrieved my senses, she was already looking at me with those red and swollen teary eyes.

I felt a pang of pain hit my chest on seeing her tear-stained face. And for a second, forgetting everything, I wanted to run towards her and cage her into my arms. But when my gaze fell on the pale man, who was lying down on the hospital bed beside her, a wave of sudden anger built inside me, and I felt an urge to scream loudly.

Why was destiny playing such petty games with me?

The past four years had been a living hell for me. The memory of the day she broke up with me is still vivid and intact at the back of my mind. I begged her not to leave, but all she said was that she fell out of love with me. When I was walking away, I hoped that she would stop me, would say that she was just joking, but she did not do any of that. She didn't reach out for me, not even called out my name for once. She abandoned me and my heart, just like that.

I couldn't stop thinking about what exactly caused her feelings to change, where did things go wrong; but all the questions were unanswered. I was trying to find a way out of the vast expanse of deep hues of darkness, but my every attempt was a fail. She has moved on and is already with someone else, but I am still standing there, in the same place where she had left me back then.

 Meeting her like this after everything was absolutely unforeseen; life couldn’t be crueler than this for me. Now, she was crying for someone who was not me. The hand which used to held mine so dearly was holding someone else's hand in front of my eyes.

Was this the real answer I was striving to find out for the past four years?

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Sorry for the late update loves , I was not well from the past two days and I was completely demotivated for certain reasons. But I managed to write something finally <3