Aᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Mᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ☥ Tᴀᴇᴍɪɴ & Nᴀᴇᴜɴ
→ She’s not necessarily running, she’s merely rushing every steps she takes. One after the other, it begins to quicken. Afraid to feel fingers wrapped around her arm, bodies flushed and she would stand there in disgust at how foolish these people would be. Not understanding the meaning of letting go now a days. Then again she has the boss still in search for her even when he’s the one who wanted her to be gone, dead or alive.
Soon enough their voices began to soften, vanishing into the cold wind every time the air would brush along her skin. It’s almost as if they’re slowly disappearing, if they’re not interested in taking her life into their hands. Creating misery and wanting to shatter the girl like people always done for months, nearly a year now. Did she deserve it - that’s for fate to decide for her instead.
Such a troubled soul, she reminded herself. A faint whisper slips pass a stranger’s lips. Her name lingered upon the tip of his tongue and surely it startled the woman. Stopping her tracks momentarily, to face him properly. Breathing was hitched and uneven, as if her heart almost dropped and stopped racing.
It was the male she encountered years ago, the male who have stayed by her side when no one else did. When those stayed but left soon after, time it flies so quickly - it sadden her deeply. He was the male who offered her help, the person who brought these emotions she lost ever since she lost the ones she loved the most. As for now he was nothing.
Nothing but a mere stranger in Naeun’s eyes.
Heaving a quiet sigh, afraid to glance around the sides - he didn’t know who he was or if he was with the group that was chasing after her. The woman didn’t even know if they were still lingering around, most likely since they had unfinished business anyways. Lips parted two inches away from one another, hands resting on her chest; one hand over the other. Clutching onto her coat rather desperately, afraid of what’ll happen as she whispers rather hesitantly. “Y-Yes.. Do I know you?”
He had expected a delay in her reaction—expected that maybe she would need a second or two to realise it was him, the way he had needed precious seconds to counter the shock of seeing her fair face again. He had expected, well—who knew exactly, things happened so quickly, yet even so the pause after her whispered words seemed excruciatingly extended, as he waited for a recognition which did not happen. Nothing. His mind already overwhelmed by seeing Naeun again after such a long time, it now reeled and scrambled for purchase of the situation he so suddenly found himself in.
“You are… Son Naeun, aren’t you?” he murmured out, momentarily backtracking right out of the thought to grab her arm and steer her in another direction; his hand lingered by her arm, close but not touching. For suddenly, he was wondering if his eyes had failed him, if it were not the girl he had gotten to know, if it were not the sweet young woman he had taught to paint with oils, afternoons wasted with mixing paint, in perfect ease.
Yet despite how many times he glanced towards her in the loaded moments which followed, he swore he knew those seemingly innocent eyes. He swore he knew those rosy lips, and the familiar nose; he swore he knew the shape of her jaw. The passing of the time had not changed her that much, and the dim of the night did not bother his eyes the way it might some. “It’s Taemin”, he tried, wondering if she simply could not see him well enough to tell it was him. His hair was different from then; it was cut short at the sides with a heavy fringe falling just by his eyes,yet he did not think he could have changed. He did not change. He was as unchanging as the moon; travelling always, showing different sides of himself, but not changing.
So why had she not seen? Did she think it could not be him, had she thought him truly dead the way he had thought her life to be beyond rescue? His thoughts spun as a whirlpool in his mind, yet he knew not right from left, up from down, and was this truly the time to worry himself over the details? Instead he took the plunge, hand taking a hold of her upper arm as he tugged, gentle but firm as he tried to get her to veer down another street with him—a haste in his movements, but he could not move as fast as he would have liked for she would not have been able to keep up, never.
“Why are they following you?” he asked quickly, a frown etching between his brows.
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