i come back home with jimin's caramel frappechino as i happily smile to myself.
taehyung explained everything to me. apparently, he had to go america because his parents found a job there but now that he's old enough and a legal adult, he got permission from his parents to come back and live here. he never wanted to tell me that he was leaving, so he told everyone to tell me that he died because he didn't want to hurt me, but that just hurt me more. he could've just told me he was leaving, knowing that he was happy and healthy, but whatever. the past is the past and now i should be happy that he's back.
"jimin, i'm– who's this?" i say.
"it's hoseok, the guy i told you about." jimin says.
"oh him.." i say, "hello hoseok."
"hello jungcook!" hoseok says.
"umm, it's jungkook." i say.
"oh sorry, i'm from la so my korean isn't that good." hoseok says.
"okay?" i say.
"are you giving me an attitude?" hoseok says.
"no?" i say.
hoseok rolls his eyes at me as i head to the bedroom as i slam my body onto my bed. i wrap my arms and legs around my pillow as i start crying in it. why doesn't jimin love me anymore?
