Yerim's POV
He interlocked his fingers with mine and held my hand as we were walking on the pathway, I broke both my heels, making my shoes flat.

"Its ok if we don't reach there first, right?" He kissed my hair.

I fixed my glasses up. It never mattered if we came first in this silly date. No matter what tricks I tried on my mind, I still couldn't bring my brain to forget what Howan said. But even if Sungyeol liked me, that was past. And since you can never hurt the person you adore, that was not possible. And he kissed Yoona, so I was much relieved.

"Yerim?"

"What?" I was annoyed. And the reasons were so many, including Howan, Miyoung, Sungyeol, Myungsoo... and to some extent I was worried about Yoona too.

"You're thinking about him." He glared.

"Yes, I was." I didn't deny. And I wasn't surprised that he knew. Right now, my biggest problem was Myungsoo. I pulled back my hand from his grip. "So? Isn't it natural?" I squinted my eyes at him as we walked further.

He didn't answer, more precisely, he couldn't.

"Who are you?" I asked bluntly.

"What?"

"Just answer." I rolled my eyes back.

"Kim Myungsoo."

"How old are you?"

"17..."

"When did you first kill a rabbit?"

He chuckled. "Never happened."

"Can you immitate Howan?"

"I guess I can." He shrugged his shoulders as his hands were in his pockets.

"After this date, where will you teleport?"

"Ummm... teleport? Well, I'd like to teleport to my bedroom."

"Can you read my mind? What am I thinking right now?"

He paused and then smirked at me. "You're thinking, this guy is a vampire."

I smiled subconsciously. "Well, I wasn't thinking about anything."

"But your questions... like when did kill a rabbit?"

"Just tell me! Can you teleport? Or change your eyes's aura? Or ....?"

"Yerim... I am a normal boy, a human being. You think I read your mind?"

"Yes." I replied harshly.

He stopped and so did I. He then grabbed my wrist. "All boys can. I can guess what could have happened, you know, I grab your wrist and it tells me if you're still mine."

I drew back my wrist and held it. "Howan cannot do that."

"Miyoung's cheating on him?" He elevated a brow.

"Myungsoo! You're sick!" I didn't want to even converse anymore.

"Girl!" He pulled me back and captured me into his arms, looking intensely into my eyes. "You must trust only me... just me. Not Miyoung, she's not a friend. She's vile."

"Let go!" I pushed him away and ran forward. I ran as fast as I could and turned to a different street. "Run...." I mumbled as if my instincts told me to. I stopped to catch my breath. Why did I run? I had to defend Miyoung. Inclining my body to the wall, I slumped down. "Myungsoo."

I heard footsteps, leading this way but I didn't run although my brain was all ready to make my body vanish from the spot. But I wanted to face.

"Yerim." He knelt down. "Why are you afraid of me?"

My cheeks and palms of my hand were heating up. "Sorry."

"Don't you apologize! Answer me!" He seemed more annoyed.

"I am not afraid. I just trust Miyoung more than you."

"Even though she said she suffered because of the bullying as well?"

"Not even then! I'll be with her till the end of my life. She suffered but never left me hanging at the edge."

He grabbed my hand and made me stand up.

"Myungsoo, I am really tired, I think we can't go on like this." I finally spoke up my mind.

"But..." His strength on my wrist again maximized. "Just a moment ago, you said you were mine."

"The memories of the days before I became your girlfriend, soothe my senses. But the moment we started dating, when we became more than friends, I didn't sleep well at nights."

"That's because love causes it."

"Is love so burdensome? I feel like I am betraying someone, or myself. I don't want to be with a guy so perfect I am not worth it."

"You're lying again." He left my hand and backed off.

"Ok, I am afraid of you." I sensed my hands were shaking with fear. The moon was still peeking at us, and his eyes were so dark and ruthless, also neglectant, as if he doesn't care, although he said he did. He said I was important, but at that instant, I felt like it was not me, but something else that caused him to stick with me. "Please..."

"Ok. That was a nice meeting, where two couples broke up. You'll remember this night."

"Myungsoo, I'll miss you, but...."

"You're sorry."

He read my mind again, but I guess that was normal. That time, I lost my insterest in what he really was. I wish I hadn't even met him because the pain of never seeing him again was also unbearable. But I had to bear.

"You'll crave me, Yerim. But you won't find me again."

"Can't we stay friends?" Only the thought of losing him like this was again intolerable.

He laughed, quite loudly, and then smiled at me. "You have a friend." He paused. "Hwang Miyoung."

"Myungsoo... how did you know her surname?"

He didn't speak but glared at me, with obvious hate. He then began walking towards me and my feet themselves moved backward.

"I am sorry." I broke down, squatting on the street and crying out loud. "I am a failure. I am a blackhole. Miyoung was right." I cried more and lost more words as they were all unstable to be emitted out of mouth. I rubbed my eyes roughly under my contact glasses and lost him. He was now out of my sight. He teleported. "Myungsoo..." I mumbled. The street was abnormally silent. It was 9 at night and none of the street lights were turned on. Darkness prevailed everywhere. "I fear you, but... I fear this darkness and loneliness more." I muttered to myself. I took out my cell phone from my purse, the one I bought together with him, and called Miyoung. "Miyoung... I am alone here, please---"

"I hate you! Go to hell! You ruined everything." She cut off the call.

"Miyoung..." I mumbled and tears were not reversing back but flowing forward. I thought Myungsoo would put my broken peices together, but he just kicked and spattered every part, really far away. And Miyoung could never have said that to me, never in million years of our friendship. I sat down and cried more. Should I call Yoona, or umma? I called Yoona and she didn't answer. Why was I calling all these people, when I wanted to be capable of standing up on my own.

I saw a girl's figure standing in front of me, out of the blue. She bent down. "Hey, are you ok?" She asked.

I abruptly stood up.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" She asked interested.

"I got lost, can you lead me to main road?" I stabilized my voice.

"You don't sound good, but come with me, first change your shoes."

"No, I can't."

"Yah~~~" She glared playfully. "I am a friend, ok?"

"Umm... ok."

"Lets go then." She grabbed my hand and guided me to her house on that same street. She was a short girl, with short hair, almost hardly reaching the nape of her neck. Although she was petite, her voice had strength. "Ummmma!!!!!" She yelled. But none replied. "Ah... just come in, she has problem with hearing."

"No, I'll just change and then leave."

"Would you like to change into something comfy, I mean you're dress?"

I stared at her dumbfounded. Sometimes, when you feel like there's no hope left, it sprouts out of nowhere. She was helping me in return of nothing. "Please...." I started weeping again, but tried to gulp them back. "Must be my luck that you ran into me." I wiped my tears.

All of a sudden she hugged me. "Hi, I am Taeyeon." She bowed then.

"Yerim." I bowed as well.

She then ran to her room and bought a sweat shirt and pant for me, along with some comfy shoes. She handed the things to me and led me to her bedroom. "I'll wait outside, you change."

"I don't know how to thank---" She shut the door.

---

After a few minutes, I came out of the room, in her attire. And she already had set up a table for me, having some edibles placed upon.

"Hey Taeyeon... I just need to leave."

"Atleast drink some water." She smiled at me.

"Ok." I rushed to the table and sat down.

She the passed a glass of water to me which I grabbed.

"Can I ask what happened? Were you on a date?"

"Yes, probably last."

"You broke up." She guessed.

"Yes... and I am not gonna date ever!" I swallowed down the water. "Ever!"

"I understand. I've had a similar experience."

"Similar?"

"Even worse."

"Worse?"

She nodded.

How could a boy possibly hurt such a golden heart? I remained silent for a moment. "I shall leave now."

"Ok, sure. I hope to see you again."

"Me too." She surprised me with another sudden hug and her hug reminded me of Yoona. She was worried and I had to call her, dismissing my own bundle of problems.

Notes

I am not sure if Sunny or.... Jessica (Sooyeon) will have more character in this story but here's Taeyeon and I never originally planned to make her part of this story.