messy friendship story with a lot of twists.
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there, i admited it. to myself, to others. . .
to everyone except
him.
but that's how i wanted it to be. that's how it was completely fine.
i was so lost in my own ocean of feelings, consiously drowning in it to the point of forgetting about the promise i made to amy. about the date set-up.
that thought got buried in the back of my head on it's own. guess humans tend to erase things they do not want to keep being reminded of.
i was all safe from the mental reminder under the name of 'amy', up until the next evening.
dying of boredness in my room, i tried lowering the feeling of loneliness by watching kdrama on my tablet, comfortably lying on my bed. i was just about going all soft about a super cute moment of the main actors when. . .
a series of loud bangs shook my balcony door, having me jump and turn around in the speed of light. maybe even a tiny bit faster than that.
coming face to face, or more like gaze-to-gaze with no one other than jeon jungkook himself, i clunched my hand over my chest, trying to slow down a surprise weighting down on my poor heart.
"jesus christ!" i yelped, standing up and intending to open the balcony door for the mister. i usually kept them locked from a reason like someone barging in whilst i wasn't looking. gotta be safe at all times.
fishing the set of keys from a drawer and swinging the door to the side, jungkook allowed himself to storm inside.
"yeah sure, make yourself comfortable. . ." i mumbled with sarcasm, glaring at an unwanted guest.
jungkook kept quiet, blankness painting his expression and leaving no space for anything else. i took a second to check out his house-wear outfit, consisted of white sweats and an oversized grey tee with white inscription over his back, saying : NEVER AVAILABLE.
i meaan, where's the lie?
his silence seriously started to flow anxiety through my veins. i thought something was seriously wrong when he wouldn't let me have a look at his face.
hovering over the bed for a split second, i paused my kdrama and closed my laptop, returning straight and ready to face the guy.
"um, something wrong?" i dared to ask, my words flying into thin air as if they never traveled to his ears.
however, once jungkook remembered my presence, he turned to face me, piercing a hard stare right through me.
"what. . . what's wrong?" i questioned with an unnoticable stutter.
