Empty Parts
Chapter Seven_7
The holidays are long, the streets are quieter than ever, along the roadside there is white snow that is starting to melt. A cold wind blew through every corner, bringing in fresh breaths.
In a large room, the dominant color is cream, the thin curtains are fluttering to catch the wind blowing less cold, the sun rises from thick clouds, the sunlight is also warmer.
Taehyung sat quietly in the doorway, staring at the courtyard, his eyes pondering as if he was waiting for something. After a while, she took out another picture of Christmas day, in the photo she and Bella stood next to each other, her sweet smile made her involuntarily move the corner of her mouth, that smile was like the sunshine of today, she said, len crept from the heart suddenly warm, like a man who was no longer lonely.
Yoongi was different, from that night he became more and more dry, regretting something, wanting it more, every time he recalled the time they danced together, the mood dropped. The music was not as good as before, he said, everyone in the family is also aware of it, but not knowing why, not knowing how to comfort, can only leave it alone.
From then on, yoongi started distancing himself from taehyung, he himself found it funny, but whenever he saw taehyung he felt envious. Taehyung realized it, he could not ask directly, it was all just speculation.they had avoided each other for almost a week, at breakfast, yoongi was always late as usual, he said, but there was no day when they did not meet each other, she laughed at such a time as she walked shyly towards Taehyung.
until one day, Taehyung could not stand it anymore, he entered with a little anger and asked Yoongi:
- What do you want in the end?
Yoongi's voice hesitated a little but did not stop, nor did she answer the question.
- you always try to avoid me!! - Taehyung is still questioning him
After a pause, he looked confident of something, and said with a faint smile:
you like Bella, right?
I thought that Yoon-gi would stop playing and turn around to look at her, but the music kept playing, getting faster, like the battle was about to end.taehyung walked towards her, dropped his hand from the keyboard, grabbed onto Yoon-gi's collar, and then grabbed her, keep asking:
- Do you have to answer? What do you want after all? Why should you avoid me?
Yoongi laughed lightly, his hands gently clasping his hands, sticking out of the collar of his shirt.
I'm not going to like anyone, do you understand? Don't act like you've been robbed, you're so childish!
Taehyung's eyes were like a sea of fire, and he shouted at Yoon-gi, like he was exploding with anger.
After that day, things get worse between them, both Taehyung and Yoon-gi are in a cold war. Jin and namjoon always advise them to make up, but then they are both kicked out of the room. All because words hurt each other, then become distant, will pass through spring, but not many people are happy.
We may have been like that, in an instant, anger has invaded our minds, hurting each other, becoming a hard-to-heal wound. So, over time become a hindrance, blaming yourself.
the flowers begin to bloom, the first flower in the spring,
Paris has now become a woman of vitality. Mr. Granzer was reading a book in his room, Yoongi gently pushed the door, saw it approaching, he took off his glasses and turned to look at it, as if he could read what he was going to say from within his feelings:
do you need my advice on something?
he looked at her silently, pursed his lips, nodded timidly, and Mr. Granzer gestured with his hand on the pillow beside him. He went to sit next to her, it took a long time for her to open her mouth and say:
I accidentally hurt Taehyung...
- What did you do to hurt her? - she looked at her confused face
- Forgot to say that he was childish, and a few other things....
He stroked her hair and said in a deep voice:
maybe he'll understand for you too, just that Taehyung can't say it, you should be the one to apologize to him, because you hurt him, you know what I mean?
He turned his face to look at her, his eyes contained a long suppression, and subconsciously filled with tears, he said again:
you are a very good brother, I see that in you, only for a moment you cannot control yourself. He patted her on the shoulder and left the room.
The wind blew through the large window, sliding across his face, although his eyes were full of tears, he quickly wiped them away, as his weakness was the incompetence of someone who could only hide behind a wall.