13: Eavesdrop

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I yawned.




I checked the time on my phone, It's almost noon.




I stayed up all night writing songs, which is really worth it because I'm inspired.




These past few days, I feel being closer with Sophie.




Though, I still don't know how she feels towards me.




Sometimes she's treating me just as a friend,




But sometimes I can feel more than that.




But of course, I don't want to get my hopes high.




I got up and went to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.




I can smell something burning... ahh of course.




Namjoon.




"Ya ya! Are you trying to burn our house?" I heard Jin hyung shouted.




"Sorry hyung! I'm just trying to fry some egg!"  I heard Namjoon, clearly embarrassed by now.




"Just turn the heat low. Or else you'll gonna cook the pan, not the egg."




"I just want to be better like Yoongi hyung..." he muttered.




But I heard him well.




I decided not to enter the kitchen, to eavesdrop.




"What do you mean?" Jin hyung asked.




"He's better than me in writing songs, rapping, dancing... and cooking," his voice so low but I can still hear it.




"So? We're a team here. No one is better than the other. It's not a competition." Jin hyung lecturing him as the eldest, "You're the leader. You should know better."




"Sorry hyung... it's just that..." Namjoon trailing off.




"Is it Sophie?"




My heart bounced at the sound of her name.



"How dya know?" Namjoon asked.




"It's obvious, you like her." I heard Jin hyung put the plate on the table, "I think Yoongi's suspicious of you too."




Right. I knew it.




"But... I can't help it hyung... she's really my type."




I want to punch him right now.




"Namjoon ah..." Jin hyung speaking softly. "You know Yoongi loves her."




I love her?




Is this love I'm feeling right now?




"Yeah. I know. I.... I'll stop." I heard sadness on Namjoon's voice.




"Good. You'll find someone, someone that's really meant for you."




I ran back to our room.




-




I'm sitting here in the library, on her favorite spot beside the window waiting for her.




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