Seolli's a quiet classmate Kim Taehyung always noticed but never had the courage to approach. Fate leads them to the same college and Taehyung tells himself things will be different. He'll take the steps to reach her heart. All she has to do is stay...
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May 6 Saturday Year 1
As I put one foot in front of the other, I think about how I'm taking one step closer into Taehyung's life.
What kind of home does Taehyung live in?
Would it be as warm and serene as him?
Would it look loved and lived-in?
I remind myself not to let my eyes wander too much, mindful of his privacy.
Finding a stone bridge connecting to a different section of the neighborhood, my lips part in surprise. The houses on the other side of the neighborhood were larger and designed more individualistic.
I twirl slowly, my gaze fixated on the waving branches of the trees greeting each other. Closing my eyes, I listen to the stream run under. Every day, Taehyung crosses this bridge to get to school. Every day, he gets this moment of tranquility.
"What are we looking at?"
Startled at the sound of Taehyung's voice by my ear, I throw my arms up, letting go of my tote bag and tripping over my feet.
Taehyung reaches for me, but it's too late. I fall on my back while Taehyung crashes forward.
I bite my lip, lifting myself up by my elbows.
"T-taehyung!"
He turns on his back before rolling his head over to look up at me, his hair swept away from his forehead.
"Seolli~"
He looks like he caught notice of the straps of my dress on my shoulder. He reaches up to the bow and touches the ends of it.
A little jangle to my left makes me turn to find Yeontan approaching us. A little tilt of his head tells us he's curious about the fuss.
"Yeontan!" I reach for the fluffy Pomeranian and scoop him into my arms. I giggle as he sticks his tongue out. "It's nice to see you too!"
Taehyung sits up and pets Yeontan's head. "I'm just over the bridge."
We connect eyes for a brief second until he's getting up and picking up my bag. He helps me up after, and gently pulls me along by our fingertips. My gaze stays on Taehyung, noting how he looks with a casual t-shirt and messy hair.
I'm hit with the sweet smell of citrus once I step into his home. It was telling that this house was well taken care of; there weren't shoes spilling out of the closets, coats left on the coat rack or stair rails, backpacks or laptops on the dining table, not even a cup left on the coffee table.
The only thing that looked a little out of place were the photos on the wall. A couple of them placed without a pattern.
I examine his parents in them. His mother is gorgeous enough for me to release a silent gasp. His soft features come from her, but he doesn't quite look like her. I try to find the resemblance to his father. When I can't, I'm left confused. And why does his dad feel so... familiar?
