Taehyung

I make my way across the hallway of SNU, the weight of sadness and anger mingling together and tugging at my every step. I hadn’t prepared myself for what I would do if Dad ever contacted me again or more importantly, how I would feel hearing his voice again. I'm dressed in my ice-skating attire, my skates slung casually over my shoulder. I don't compete in figure skating; I do it for fun, for the solace it brings. The high ponytail in my hair, held together by a light blue bow, bobs with each step. Instantly, the memories of the way he touched me, held me, kissed me flood my mind. For a moment, I was that brokenhearted girl he’d dropped off and ignored without a second thought, but I quickly recovered and let the anger overtake me. That’s the only way I’m going to be able to resist him. I can't help but feel betrayed by his silence, his refusal to answer any of my calls, and the best thing for me to do is just ignore him before he leaves me completely gutted again.