Aᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Mᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ☥ Tᴀᴇᴍɪɴ & Nᴀᴇᴜɴ
→ Was he supposed to be someone she knew, falling back into silence after she spoke she retraced memories from years ago. Not too far though just about three years ago exactly. It was as if she hit a blank wall, completely staring at it with no emotion drawn upon the face. The rest of the memories they were all a vague blur, sadly she couldn’t remember anything else. Everything, every little event that occurred during her life after she excused herself out of the hospital happened too quickly.
She answered with a nod. Fingers carding through the brunette colored locks to push it back away from the sides of her face. Naeun refused to speak another word during this point, not sure how to react to the situation. Well she was used to people asking her name but it’d end up going into a wrong direction, perhaps that’s the reason she was feeling rather anxious besides the other male.
With the male’s name falling pass his lips, Taemin. She met someone with the name Taemin as well but surely they weren’t the same person since she felt this different aura around the male right besides her. It wasn’t bad but it felt oddly familiar in a way, she wasn’t certain though. “Taemin..” She softly whispers his name, trying to regain some memory about him even if it wasn’t too special. Nothing. Naeun felt guilty, she didn’t want to upset the other male but instinctively she had a feeling that he had no idea about what happened to her during the years. Which was a relief because she didn’t want to see his reaction about what she’s done or what others did to her either.
For a brief moment, the petite girl thought the male has mistaken her for another woman with the same name. She met about two girls that had the same exact name as hers, but when they exchanged gazes. She felt like this time around, he knew that she was the one. As if they met at another different day and carried this bond - the thought enough caused her lips to curve into a small pout for a brief moment. Quick enough to not let the other see, which was a relief to Naeun obviously.
Thinking of answers one after another, she’s following his direction letting this mere stranger (or perhaps an old friend, Naeun wasn’t sure yet) guide her towards a safe location as quick as possible. Her cheeks were painted with a shade of a pastel pink, light from the contact of Taemin’s touch but she spoke nothing about it. “Um.. It just happens a lot honestly. They’re just hoping to get something out of me that’s all.” She whispered it rather softly, not wanting anyone else to hear about it. Not feeling quite confident about her answer, mainly because she didn’t want to go very detailed and vivid about the situation she just decided to leave it as that only.
There in his mind the question kept repeating itself—the question of why she did not recognise him. For it was clear the more time passed that her recognition was not about to come to her; that he was to her, a stranger. Just another man in the crowd, and he cursed the part of him which had been both blessed and cursed with the burden of humane emotions, for it gifted him with an ache, settled somewhere in the depths of his unbeating heart. A pain which ought not to have been there, which should have been over and done with, tucked into the very bottom of his chest of memories, along with the vast amounts of other things he wished not to feel about.
Being forgotten stung, whether he told himself there must be reason behind it. He could pretend it did not, he could hide his emotions, locked in the darkest parts of his heart, but when you met people that once mattered to you, and found a face full of questions of who you even were… you could be brave and you could understand for all you want, but claiming there were not even some part of him which felt offended would be to lie through his teeth. Still, it would have been futile to blame her. Fruitless, useless.
So what he did was keep leading her, their steps quick through the night, their shoes making echoing steps along pavements as distance was laid behind them. He could have lead her somewhere by foot the whole way, he could have tried to find a sanctuary within the city, but there was a crawling feeling up his spine, an unease in his bones as he moved. A whisper at the back of his head telling him he needed to put between them more than a couple of blocks.
He took her in a wide circle. One turn eventually became another turn in the same direction; this turn followed by another, until with Naeun he came to the same street he had walked upon earlier, except his direction? The opposite. While they walked this path his mind kept whirring, a frown touching between his brows, making him seem less like a young boy. “What would they want from you?” he murmured out, yet he did not so much expect an answer. Perhaps later, she would speak to him. Perhaps later, he would understand. For now, getting her out of harm’s way was on his mind, so the moment the black porsche he had recently purchased became their destination.
A needless excess, perhaps, but when you had the money to spare it hardly mattered, and right in that moment, as he fished up his keys from his pocket and unlocked the black piece of finely tuned engineering, he was glad for it. Glad for its speed, and acceleration. “Come on”, he said, quickly, letting go of her arm to open the car door for her, before moving quickly to the other side. His gaze briefly darted up to her, before he slipped into the driver’s seat.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
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