Twelve

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by sorry95bae

by sorry95bae

He didn't look at me, I didn't look at him. The arrangement was as simple as that. Strangely, I wasn't as heartbroken as I thought I would be.

"Hey, pass me the flu prescriptions will you," Namjoon said in a low voice. I handed the pile of papers over without meeting his eyes. It's okay. I told myself. It wasn't meant to be.

Namjoon was the only man that had liked me for me. Yet, we had lasted less that 2 months. I realized that I had never actually had romantic feelings towards him. I mean, I had known that since the beginning, but now it was crystal clear.

The day dragged on. When we were done I literally ran out the door.

I almost fell over when I saw who was leaning against my car. Kim Taehyung.

I was more confused than angry. "Taehyung?" I said, unlocking my car. He barely acknowledged me. "What do you want?" I asked, tension rising. He looked at his fingernails.

"You," he stated bluntly. Black spots appeared in the back of mind.

"W-what?!" I stammered. My purse slipped off my shoulder onto the hot pavement of the parking lot. Taehyung picked it up without hesitating and handed it back to me. "What do you - want?" I asked again, cautiously. His head snapped up to mine and we locked eyes.

"Why did you do that to me then?" he questioned.

I frowned. "What do you mean? You need to explain," he sighed.

"Before. At the hospital, when I saved you, when we first met!" he was shouting now. "Why. Were. You. Like. That. To. Me," he enunciated each word, stepping closer with each syllable. My eyes widened, still not being able to comprehend what he was trying to tell me.

"I - I, Taehyung, I don't understand," I shook my head. He stopped moving.

"You yelled. You yelled at me," Taehyung voice was barely a whisper now. My jaw dropped.

"I yelled? I yelled at you?!" I threw the words at him without noticing. "Oh," I said. He looked at me. "Sorry," I said. He shook his head.

"Sorry," and he walked away. I realized that my heart was beating extremely fast and my neck was coated with sweat.

What did he mean? We always yelled at each other. We hated each other. Right?