okay, what energy is this then?^^^

the ride was noisy because of choyeon, she kept on laughing with taehyung, kept on giggling and squealing.

at that time, i wanted to rip off my ears.

when we arrived, i quickly went out and faced her house.

but i didn't expect this would be her house.

why didn't i looked around outside the car earlier? then, i wouldn't be surprised that we were actually here.

flashes of memories suddenly came in my mind.

the first time i was here, jimin, and the sudden attack of men.

i was startled when choyeon clinged onto me, "taehyung oppa said we could just do it at his house!"

oh.

i looked over taehyung and he was eyeing me as well, focusing on my facial expression. his eyes were firm and his lips stayed straight.

"uhm," i started, "okay."

that was the only thing that slipped on my tongue. what the fuck would i say?

it was so super awkward especially i used to live here.

i eyed taehyung again and a small smile was placed on his lips.

is he fucking playing with me?

choyeon pulled me inside and i couldn't help but felt things once i went inside. it wasn't changed much except for some new furniture and sudden change of the chandelier.

choyeon looked back at taehyung, "oppa, where can we do our project?"

"wherever you want," taehyung smiled at her and his gaze landed on me again.

can he stop looking at me like that? it's bothering me that i want to run away after i rip off his face from his skull.

"how about a room?" she asked me.

i gave her a nod and looked back to taehyung again who had his arms tucked inside his jeans.

"i'll take you both upstairs." he said and walked ahead of us.

we were walking on the stairs when choyeon almost stumbled, taehyung being quick, held her waist and hands.

i couldn't help but to feel weird things inside of me again.

i ignored it and let them walk ahead of me.

once we were upstairs, walking through the halls, all doors was newly painted in cream white except for one door.

i stopped walking.

the door was colored purple.

and it was definitely the one i stayed in.

"y/n?" i heard choyeon called me.

i looked at her and met taehyung's eyes.

i hate looking at his eyes, i don't know which emotion he was giving. he was always unpredicted, always hard to read.

i looked away and walked towards them. we walked inside a room and i assumed it was choyeon's room.

taehyung left us alone and we both sat on the bed.

choyeon put out her laptop and started our project silently. silence filled the whole room except for when we were asking each other for decisions.

while we were in the middle of the work, i started a conversation.

"uhm, do you perhaps know why there's only one purple door earlier?" i asked.

she looked at me from biting her pen, "ah, that door," her mood changed by bringing up the door.

"taehyung said that i'm not allowed to try open the door, i already asked him why but he just said that i don't have to worry about it." she shrugged.

"i see." i said.

why? why did he kept the room i used locked?

"i want to come in to that door though." she pouted.

i didn't answer her as we continued to our work.

again, i felt weird being inside this house again.

why did he insisted on coming here?

i honestly don't understand him anymore, why is he doing this? didn't he think that this would affect me?

i fucking lived here for months.

was he expecting some reactions from me earlier?

i looked around and full of cute pictures filled the room, including a familiar picture of a dog.

"is that your dog?" i asked, pointing over the frame.

"nope, but i always wanted to have a dog that look like that." she said.

"doesn't taehyung have a dog?" i asked out of no where and curiosity.

what's the dog name again? yeona? yeontan?

"what?" she chuckled, "taehyung hate dogs, i always told him to get me a dog like that back then though."

i stayed silent.

she don't know that he actually have a dog?

i remembered the time when the dog came running inside his arms. his smile that moment, his happiness that moment, it was all euphoric.

did he get a dog when she was gone because of her?

choyeon.

yeontan.

a pain started lingering on my stomach again. why do i feel this pain often? i don't want to be hurt, i don't want to be affected at all.

i know it was all for choyeon, he did this all for her, even though i was the one who was wih him back then, i know he still thought of choyeon.

who am i to him anyways?

just a subtitute to please him because the real choyeon left.

hours has passed and i felt my eyes shutting down. i looked over the clock to see that it was already passed nine pm.

i jolted up and looked over choyeon who was sleeping while having a pen in her hands.

i immediately picked up my bag and decided to go home.

i went out and walked through the hall without making any noise. i knew it was time to go home but i couldn't help but to stop in front of the purple colored door.

i faced it, placing my hands around the handle.

i tried to twist it.

opened.

i slowly opened the room, walking inside.

i was stuck on my spot as i scanned my eyes in the room. nothing has changed, at all. i looked over the cabinet that was filled of my clothes, the table that was full of my accesories.

the room was obviously being taken care of, no dust was visible in my eyes.

"what are you doing?" i heard a voice behind me.

i yelped and immediately looked back, seeing taehyung leaning on the door frame.

"i-" i cleared my throat and held my bag on my palms, "i was about about to go home but i got lost."

dumb excuse, y/n.

i tried to go outside the room but taehyung used his arms and legs to block my way.

i looked up to him to see his lips slightly tugged up.

"does this look like the entrance door? you lived here y/n." he chuckled.

i looked up to meet his eyes, "sorry, i'm going home."

i tried to go out again but his arms and legs didn't move a muscle. i looked up to him, glaring but i just saw him smirking widely.

"let me out, i'm going home." i said firmly, close to punching him on his face.

he didn't answer me and kept on just smirking.

"i said i'm fucking going home you old ass college girls pedophile-"

i was cut off when the door was closed and i was pushed against it. my back ached at the sudden collision of hard wood against my skin. i looked up to yell at him but stopped.

his face was so close to my face and i regretted looking up to him, making me smell and hear his breath.

he still smell good.

what the fuck, y/n?

he started to lean closer again.

"old? pedophile?" he chuckled and that made me smell his minty breath more.

i couldn't say anything but stayed as stiff as a mannequin.

"do you even know how old am i?" he said once again, brushing his lips on my earlobe.

i wanted to push him away but i couldn't move, i couldn't think.

"hmm? y/n? how old do you think i am?" he whispered.

i felt he ran his tongue on my earlobe, making me shiver on my spot.

"b-back off." i said with a shaky voice.

"no," he firmly said and licked my earlobe again, running his tongue over my sensitive skin.

"you still taste so sweet."

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should i do a q&a for the characters or next time?

anyways, bts didn't even attend mama but still have four awards. why can't yall relate😔 bc u're not bts lmaoooo

anyways published a new book last night and unpublished it today, i need to get my responsibilities straightkskskksks i still have two on going stories.

good night and love you guys!💜✊