THE UNKNOWN STALKER PART 32....
the_seven_signs
Taehyung POV:
The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't take it any longer. I pulled over my car and screamed in agony, clutching my head tightly. Looking at myself in the rearview mirror, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. These tears didn't feel like mine; they belonged to V, a part of me.
"I understand your pain, V, but we can't both hurt the person we love," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "We need to consider her pain too. We can't continue like this. Let's give ourselves some space and time... Even though I'm not perfect, I can't give up on my first love and pretend to be just friends with her. The best course of action is to be distant, to spare ourselves from further suffering."
I sensed that V, deep within me, comprehended my words. With renewed determination, I started driving again, eager to reach home as quickly as possible.
Y/n POV:
I rushed into my room and collapsed onto my bed. The entire house was silent, with my parents and the household staff fast asleep. I sobbed uncontrollably, burying my face in my pillow, clutching my chest as the familiar ache resurfaced. Love had once again haunted me, and the pain was unbearable.
Min Yoongi had shattered me so profoundly that even the thought of love inflicted an unknown level of agony. Unless you experience losing in love, you'll never truly grasp the depths of despair it brings. Right now, Taehyung probably sees me as the villain, but this torment is something only I can feel.
Because one thing I know for certain: "You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it! Loving Min Yoongi was like going to war; I returned forever changed."
I had hurt the person who meant everything to me, Taehyung, and I couldn't help it. When all of this began, I never anticipated that he would fall in love with me so deeply, to a point where it pained his heart.
"Ah, why won't this pain just disappear? Please, just go away!" I screamed, striking my chest near my heart and burying myself deeper into the pillows.
"How am I supposed to face him now? It's so bad, incredibly bad... Ahh," I cried out, curling into a ball and closing my eyes, allowing the tears to flow freely.
Y/n POV:
Sitting in the bathtub, gazing at the moon through the giant window in my spacious bathroom, I found a strange sense of solace. It had been the same moon Taehyung and I had admired together at the beach. Tears welled up in my eyes once again, but this time, I wiped them away. I had shed enough tears for the past four hours, and I had no more energy left to waste.
What was I crying over? I couldn't be certain anymore. Was it because I had declared I couldn't love someone due to my painful past? Or was it because the memories came flooding back? Perhaps it was because I was scared or, most importantly, because I had hurt and ruined something I thought would last forever. Yes, it was the latter.
I wasn't crying for myself; I was crying for the person who was also shedding tears somewhere in his grand mansion, with no one to comfort him, not even the first person he had fallen in love with. Am I too cruel? Just to protect myself, I'm hurting the person who means the world to me. But that's the nature of being human. I'll try my best to make Taehyung understand my situation, and I hope he finds it in his heart to forgive me.
At the Kim Stonesend mansion - Taehyung POV:
It was 3 a.m., and I found myself sitting amidst a room in utter disarray. Every flower vase, painting, sheet, and dressing table was shattered, reflecting the turmoil within me. It had been V's rage that I couldn't contain any longer, leaving me to face the aftermath of this havoc I unknowingly caused. In the end, everyone leaves me alone.
My mom, Hyunwoo, V... They all abandon me after some chaos, and now Y/n has done the same. Who do I turn to when I'm broken, when I'm down, when I'm desperately hurting? No one.
I rose from the floor and walked over to my dressing table, gazing at the broken photo frame of Y/n and me. It captured a beautiful memory of us at the amusement park, her clinging to my arm, a cotton candy in one hand, and the ferris wheel behind us. But now, it was just a shattered frame and a reminder of what once was.
Surveying the room, which now resembled a disaster zone, I let out a sigh. I made my way to another room and lay down on the bed, closing my eyes. Turning to face the window, I gazed at the full moon, tears streaming down my face, wetting the pillow. I wished for this night to end, hoping that the throbbing pain in my heart would subside.
Two days later, at school -
Y/n POV:
"Babes, how are you?" Namjoon shouted in my ear, his hand on my shoulder, wearing a silly grin. Yeonjun and Jungwon were with him, and I mustered a weak smile as Jisyoung, our lovebirds' couple, waved at me from afar. I waved back, trying to appear normal despite my inner turmoil.
"So, how was your weekend?" Jisyoung asked, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously. I smiled weakly in response, sensing that she could see through my facade. However, she chose not to say anything since the boys were still present.
"Let's head to class before Mr. Jung gets mad," Yeonjun urged, sprinting away at lightning speed, with the others following suit.
I walked into the classroom, keeping my head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. When I reached my seat and noticed Taehyung's absence, I sighed. It wasn't something new anymore. Ever since Taehyung took over his father's business, he was frequently late or absent due to business trips. Although it didn't affect his academic performance, he was still the brightest student.
I settled back into my seat, resting my head on the desk, knowing that the class would commence in a few minutes. But the emptiness beside me served as a painful reminder of his absence. The ache in my heart intensified, and I couldn't help but wonder where he was, what he was going through, and if he was hurting as much as I was.
As the teacher began the lesson, I tried my best to focus, but my mind wandered. Thoughts of Taehyung consumed my every waking moment, and I yearned for the day when things would go back to how they used to be. But deep down, I knew it was an uncertain hope, and the pain in my heart continued to weigh me down.
The class had started long ago, and soon it would be break time. Taehyung hadn't made it to school today, and deep down, I understood why. As the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, students rushed out to meet their friends and enjoy lunch. I was putting my books aside when Jisyoung approached me. She had a look on her face that I couldn't quite decipher. Without listening to the calls of Felix and Namjoon, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the classroom, taking me to the girls' restroom.
She closed the door and turned to look at me, her eyes searching for answers. I lifted my head, tears filling my eyes, and she gasped before pulling me into a tight hug.
"Y/n, what's wrong? Something is really not good. I've been trying to contact you and Taehyung for the past two days, but you both seemed unreachable. And today, he didn't even show up. You look like your soul has left your body," she said, her voice filled with concern.
"Jis... Jisyoung, he... he proposed to me. And I rejected him. I let him down. I lost him, Jisyoung. I lost our bond, our precious friendship, everything, in a blink of an eye. I don't know what to do. I feel like such a terrible person, but I couldn't even consider giving him a chance. It hurts," I managed to say through sobs, clinging to her tightly.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally calmed down. Jisyoung took my hand in hers and spoke softly.
"I understand what Yoongi did was unforgivable, and I respect your decision regarding Taehyung. It was the best for both of you. Don't pity yourself. Keep your head held high, queen. Don't let the crown fall. Focus on yourself now, especially since graduation is just around the corner. You need to score the best. The rest, leave it in the hands of destiny. Let's see what's written for you," she said, her words bringing some comfort.
"Jisyoung, please don't tell Soojin anything. You know she trusts Taehyung when it comes to me, but she hasn't fully accepted him. If she finds out about all this, she'll lash out at him. Please," I pleaded, looking at her with hopeful eyes.
Jisyoung smiled and nodded, and we left the restroom, heading back to the classroom. In the canteen, I couldn't help but notice the stares from others, but luckily, Namjoon and Felix were waiting for us in the classroom. Jisyoung didn't say anything to them, and they didn't press for answers. We all ate lunch together, sharing cracked humor jokes and laughter. Looking at my friends, I felt blessed and a little better once again.
Meanwhile, in California...
Taehyung Pov-
I raised a toast at the long table, surrounded by some of the world's wealthiest individuals. The collaboration between Kim Enterprises and Dongsi Inc. promised great success and prosperity. Sipping my wine, I couldn't help but notice that it was Y/n's favorite, Auxin wine.
After that fateful day, I arranged a meeting as soon as possible and decided to take some time away from Korea. Being busy was my way of escaping reality and irrational thoughts. Now in California, I found myself seated in a limo, looking at the driver as I contemplated my next move. It had been three days since I last ate a proper meal, resorting only to random alcohol consumption and fruits.
"Take me to the finest Italian restaurant here," I instructed the driver, my gaze fixated on the people strolling down the streets with their blissful families. Don't I deserve a happy family too? "My first love will be my last, right, Y/n?" I whispered, looking at her photo inside my wallet and mustering a smile.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, I surveyed the surroundings. It was exactly what I had envisioned—a place that would make me feel as if I were with Y/n. She adored Italian cuisine, and the aroma of pizza and pasta wafting through the air filled my nostrils, evoking a sense of nostalgia. I reminisced about the times we visited Italian restaurants together, witnessing her face light up at the sight of a large pizza and her delight as the cheese seemed never-ending, her laughter with her doe eyes, and even the playful punches she would throw after an unexpected burp caused by a spiked cola. Those memories remained vivid in my mind, as if they had occurred only yesterday.
Yet, amidst the pleasant ambiance, a sharp pain gnawed at my chest with every breath I took. It felt as if I wanted to cry my heart out, but I couldn't. There was no one to hold me, to comfort me. So I internalized all the anguish, piling it up within my chest, knowing that one day it would inevitably explode.
"Your order, sir. I hope you enjoy it," the waitress said, placing a deliciously cheesy pizza before me, accompanied by a glass of cold coke. As I stared at the mouthwatering dish, tears welled up in my eyes, mingling with the bittersweet taste of longing and heartache.
Author's pov-
The story takes an unpredictable turn at this point, plunging into a realm of deep emotional turmoil. Brace yourself, as the narrative enters a phase where the outcome becomes uncertain. Welcome to this era of intense emotions and complex situations. The path ahead is filled with twists and turns that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Get ready to delve deeper into the story's depths and witness the unfolding of unforeseeable events
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