I locked the bathroom and started crying. When I start thinking all my friends hate me, I get mad for even accusing my friends of being fake.... but then I get scared again that they ARE in fact faking everything.
I sobbed knowing this situation was unreasonable, but I couldn't help but feel empty as I reminisced in all the memories I've had with them.
"Hyung?" A heartbroken voice was on the other side of the door. "Are you crying?"
"No, I'm sorry, I'll open the door." Wiping my eyes, I noticed it was still red. I tried to quickly open the door and escape but Jungkook grabbed onto me before I could leave.
"Its okay if you're sad. It's okay." Embracing me, he patted my head until I calmed down from my broken sobs.
He gently grabbed my chin up until I faced him eye to eye. "I love you. We all love you. I hope you know that."
