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"W-what do you mean, Jungkook?" I tried to play dumb. He twists his tongue and pokes it inside his cheek, of course finding it that I was playing with him.
He suddenly took out his phone, playing a video.
It was the scene when Taehyung and I conversed about my....face mask, at the music bank performance.
He snatched the phone back from my view, and I opened my mouth to say, or defend myself, but nothing came out.
"Jungkook..."
"Taehyung is never wrong" God. Did I feel offended? Because my damn bias wrecker said I wasn't trustworthy, indirectly..
I twisted my jaw, wanting to speak something before a hand came right in front of my face. My eyes widened and I quickly retrieved back.
"Noona..."
"J-Jungkook, please don't force me...." I hated how the plead sounded so pathetic in my voice. Now it was his time to worry. He wanted to make me feel less insecure about myself, but he was pushing me.
"I'm...I'm sorry, noona, I shouldn't have—"
"I understand, Jungkook-shi. You, all of you, want me to feel better as myself, to be more open. But I guess I just need time. I'm sorry. But I will try" I said, looking back up into his large doe eyes.
He smiled at my word. Try.
"That's more like it noona." he said. We were awkward for awhile, him sitting on my chair and I on the desk.
"Noona?"
"Nae Jungkook-shi?"
"You're my favorite noona" he said, a little quick for me to comprehend.
"What..." I mumble, unsure.
"Forget it. Okay, well, I just said you're my favorite noona!" he said cheerily, holding my hands in his. Whoa kid, stop making my heart so fizzed up!
"Hehe, that's...that's weird to hear" I commented. He furrowed his neat, shaped eyebrows.
"Well, weird because no one made me their favorite...haha!" and yes, that small 'haha' was to make the situation seem lighter.
The next hour, it was their breakfast time. Jimin personally came down to the kitchen room from his practice, claiming he had practiced his part enough for today, and sat next to me while I was cooking whatever came to my mind.
"—So that's when I fall and hurt my butt. Taehyung said my butt was fluffy, and it doesn't hurt much because of it, but Namjoon hyung just barged into the bathroom and said, 'slipping and falling on the bathroom floor hurts Tae, Chim' and I was like, 'Nah hyung, it's alright! See! I didn't get hurt!'. And then when I saw the posts of our army recently, I was completely sure that my butt was fluffy" he finished.
"Damn son" I snickered, knowing he doesn't understand English much.
"Um...noona what did you say?"
"Oh, nothing Jimin-shi"
"Ahh! Noona! I told you not to call me 'Jimin-shi'! Just 'Jimin' okay?" his smol okay in English just made me pinch his cheeks, with flour in my hand.
"Oh! Haha mianhada!(sorry!)" he made a pouty face before wiping it off. A few minutes of him still blabbering like a kid, the food was prepared. Turns out, it was waffles, again.
"I'll tell the others" he simply said and pulled his phone out. He made a call to....Jin, I guess, and called everyone down.
The table was awfully quiet today. The boys sneaked small glances among themselves and it was only the chittering of Jimin and I on the table for now. Then suddenly...
"I'm sorry noona" I heard a deep voice from beside me.
"Me?"
I knew he was just a moment away from rolling his eyes at me, but Taehyung abruptly stands out of his seat and bows at my direction. I stand up, bewildered.
"Hey, Taehyung-shi, why are you—"
"I'm sorry for speaking rudely towards you Nari-shi. I promise it won't happen again" there was some sort of assurance in his voice, but his face looked almost remorseful, as if he was forced to apologize.
"No no, haha! It's alright-"
"It's not, noona. He had to apologize." Jin spoke up, like a responsible elder brother. A few nodded and my eyes directly travelled to Sejin who was looking back and forth between all of us.
"Do you forgive me noona?"
"Wha- Sure! I mean- yes! Yes I do forgive you. Now have your breakfast or you'll be late for your schedule" I hurried out the words awkwardly.
He merely nods and resumes his activity.
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"So he did apologize...."
"Yea, but I don't know, ugh. It didn't feel right. Nothing feels right about him. As though he doesn't want me to exist" I explain to Dan. He looks at me as if he saw an alien. Though, I just understand that he's having a hard time processing it.
"So you're saying, he hates you"
"NO GODDAMN!" I yell in frustration.
"It's not like that, Dan. Look, I know this is weird, BUT HE'S WEIRDER!!"
"Really?"
"Ye— UGH! I'm done talking. Forget it. My problem" I mumble before switching off the night lamp, wanting to sleep through the query.
"Tsk" a hand wraps around me.
"You know what boys do when they like someone?"
"Don't know" but I found myself interested in this conversation. I hold his hand and allow him to spoon me.
"They do certain things, like Taehyung is doing right now" I wasn't sure I heard the complete sentence. He mumbled the last part on purpose.
"Say it again?"
"Hmm....nothing, stupid girl"
"I'm not stupid"
"I know"
"I- idiot"
"Goodnight"
"Night..."
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The next morning was as usual, except, I was a little down.
Should I out on the mask or not?
Should I, or not?
Should I......
No.
I sigh before grabbing the piece of cloth which forever rests on the table beside the door, shutting the main door behind me.
The lobby area looked awful today...
Not many people, no cheerful green plants that I've grown fond of, especially the small bonsai by the side of the sitting area, and most importantly, no Sejin to greet me.
I shrug nonchalantly, walking towards the elevator and pressing the floor number where is should be. The elevator comes to a halt and I step into the corridor.....
.....where I see a person....glaring at me?
We share a brief eye contact before I shake my head and walk away. My brows furrow on their own.
