Ch 8 ❃

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I can't believe what I saw. Perhaps I've mistaken some other couple as Namjoon and Irene.

Leave it, Y/N.

Leave it.

Don't let this thought haunt your mind.


"Hey, Y/N-ah, you look worried."

"No, it's nothing."

"C'mon please tell me."

"Can I trust you?"

"Through all your life, you can trust me."

"Okay then."

"So, what happened."

"Yeah, come. Let's go to that bench over there."

"Alright."




And I told him everything about how my childhood best friend is Namjoon, how he treated me after becoming the professor, And what happened now in the park.


"Woah! You hid so much! Even from me?"

"I'm sorry."

"Okay, okay, I'm just happy you trust me."

"Thanks for understanding."

"So, why are you so bothered? Treat him like a professor who you don't know."

 "You don't understand."

"What I don't understand is why are you so bothered."

"It's because..."

"Because what?"

"It's because I l-l-like him. I like him."

"Like a friend?", he looked a bit sad this time.

"No, I have a cr-crush on him."

"And you think I didn't hear that?"

I looked around to see Namjoon, glaring at me.

"N-namjoon, you didn't tell me you are m-married and have a k-kid."

"Because I didn't think it would be necessary."

And he went away.

"I am sorry, Y/N."

I looked at Jungkook and gave him a very sad smile.







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I've spent all of the love I saved
We were always a losing game
Small town boy in a big arcade
I got addicted to a losing game

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