09
"What, the heroine is really here?
Why has it been so long?"
"Sorry. I wanted to come out too.
"I've been so busy lately."
"Hey, okay, okay, I saw it now.
What. Sit down quickly."
"Wow, these things are so shameless.
"I brought him here, but he didn't welcome me."
Hey, Kim Seokjin, I'm upset. Come on, calm me down! The next day, my mental state was so bad that Seokjin took me to a drinking party with his friends that had been postponed because of me. It felt a little awkward for me to be there, partly because I'd been busy with work and partly because I'd cut ties with my current life to spend time with Yoongi.
Fortunately, my friends' welcoming attitude put my mind at ease. "Still, I'm glad I have you." At my words, Seokjin stared at me for a moment before quickly turning away. He seemed to know I was having a hard time.
"But, heroine. Do you have a boyfriend?
"I guess we couldn't meet because we were busy."
"uh?"
"No, why, you were popular.
I wonder if it's still this pretty."
"··· Hey, why are you asking such a thing?
Really? You know he's single."
When I looked at Seokjin with surprised eyes, he winked without my friends noticing. "What the heck, how much do you know about this?" I thought, "Did Jungkook tell you?" That didn't seem right. Because of Seokjin, my friends' interest cooled. Instead, for some reason, a few boys approached me.
"Because there's an empty seat here
"Can I sit down?"
"Huh? Yeah."
"So what style do you like?"
"······."
"My favorite style...
I've never thought about it."
Seokjin, who had seen Yoongi before, swallowed hard as he stared at me silently. Still, the boy smiled and told me to think about it, and I found myself lost in thought. Just as Seokjin had said, I wasn't single until I met Yoongi. I had a boyfriend who had just broken up with me, but we hadn't really liked each other, and it was Yoongi who I first truly fell in love with. If I were to look for commonalities among those I've had unrequited crushes on...
"··· First of all, the eyes are slightly
I wish it would tear."
"Oh, I'm a cat."
"I wish my skin was white too...
"It would be good if the personality was okay."
"That's exactly me... Actually, Yeoju
"I wanted to get your number,"
"And the person you like
I'm really nervous about the people around me
I wish you would write it. My skin is just like that
Not white, but pale.
Besides, he only eats the best and is good at cooking, too,"
That's when it hit me. What the hell am I talking about? I'm just introducing Yoongi. My head was spinning. Seeing how I still can't forget something like that, I felt like I was going crazy.
The guy, his friends, and even Seokjin were all looking at me with puzzled expressions. So, that was it... My mind was so full of thoughts of Yoongi that I couldn't continue. Finally, I got up, suddenly told a lie about feeling unwell, and fled the bar.
"······."
And Jungkook, who had been secretly watching the situation from behind, let out a hollow laugh, as if the situation was turning into something amusing. "What the heck, now even Yeoju Kim is going through the same thing as Min Yoongi." With that, Jungkook pulled his hat down low and followed Yeoju.
Kim Yeo-ju likes people who are like vampires.
And the only thing that can replace it is gloss.
As I stepped outside, the cold air hit me. It was still a bit chilly for the evening, I guess. The alcohol, which had been lingering in my thoughts, finally began to kick in once my mind calmed down. My neck and face quickly turned red, and my gait became unsteady.
widely.
"It's dangerous."
Just then, Jeongguk appeared and grabbed my wrist. When I came to, there was a streetlight right in front of me. I kept thanking him, and Jeongguk let go of my wrist.
When asked how he got here, Jungkook didn't say much. "It just happened," he said. That was all. I didn't feel like asking much, so I just left it at that. Jungkook said it was dangerous to walk at night, so he offered to give me a ride.
"It's okay. It's only 8 o'clock.
"It didn't work, what..."
"So you're saying you'll bring it to me
"I'm afraid. It's already 8 o'clock."
"······."
"Let's go."
Unable to control his expression, which seemed as if he'd curse if I said anything more, I replied, "Okay." After that, Jungkook didn't say anything. All he did was hold my arm whenever I stumbled. Unlike Jungkook, I had a lot of questions. For example... Yoongi.
Overcoming my embarrassment, I cautiously asked Yoongi how he was doing. I even tried to explain that he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to. After I finished speaking, I felt even more embarrassed than I'd expected. Ah... I should've just kept my mouth shut. I quietly lowered my head.
"I'm doing well."
"······ ah."
"More than I thought."
"yes?"
"I'm a little drunk and talking nonsense
"It's fine except for the fact that it's done."
Yoongi's condition seemed to be worsening. I was worried and wanted to ask if he was in any other pain, but I held back, fearing he'd look at me strangely. Actually, I was right. Worrying about Yoongi, who'd tried to cut me with a knife because he couldn't forget someone he'd once loved, was nothing short of madness.
And soon enough, my heels, scuffed by the shoes, began to sting. I was already unsteady, but now I was limping, and Jeongguk noticed I was in pain.
"Please wait here for a moment."
"yes?"
So, Jungkook left me sitting on a bench on the street and ran off somewhere. I waited silently for a few minutes, and then he came back carrying a shopping bag filled with something. He looked out of breath, probably because he'd run.
"I'm wearing it."
"I was going to buy this... like that
"Were you running around?"
"It's just that the supermarket was a bit far away."
Inside the shopping bag were three-striped slippers. As I sat there with a blank expression, Jeongguk crouched down, took off my shoes, and put the slippers on me. My feet felt better in the slippers, but my heart only grew heavier. The tears I'd been holding back immediately flowed down my face.
"Thank you. Thank you so much, Jungkook."
"······."
"Actually, it was really hard, right? Can I say
There is no one and no one who understands.
It's hard to tell even to Seokjin
I just endured it all by myself."
"······."
I just, just... I don't need anything else... All I wanted was a simple "Are you okay?" Seriously, that was all I wanted. I covered my face with both hands and sobbed. Jungkook came closer to me, carefully patted my back, and gently hugged me.
"If you want to cry, cry. Ms. Kim Yeo-ju.
No one will say anything if you cry."
"······."
"··· Now, just call me a top manager
Think of him as an older brother you know."
"······."
"Because I completely understand your feelings.
"You understand, my lady."
As soon as Jungkook finished speaking, I burst into tears. I wanted to stop, but the tears wouldn't stop. As I did, Jungkook really brought back memories of that time. He was the only one who stayed by my side when I was going through a hard time.
'I know how you feel right now. So
Cry, heroine. It's okay to cry at times like this.'
Jungkook was just like that older brother. His face and name are vague now, but his actions were remarkably similar. If he were still by my side, would I have relied on him instead of Jungkook?
"It's okay to cry a little. I'll understand you.
There is someone who can protect you and take care of you."
If that were the case, that older brother would probably have said the same thing as Jeongguk.
Sub-parties, raise your hands~