Minyoung sat in her bedroom, heart beating in her chest. She wasn't sure of what had just happened. She called Jungkook and he was on his way to her house right now.

Needing a friend, she found no one else to call except for him.

She didn't really trust Bambam in something like this. He was a friend, but not the kind who you would like to tell them your secrets. Jina didn't really like her, despite how the two of them started to get a little closer to each other.

She found that the only person who would listen to her would be Jungkook.

This morning in the library she got the feeling that she could depend on him as a friend.

It surprised her when he told her that he will come over.

He was busy training, preparing for an important champion that would take place in a few days, yet he chose to come over and listen to her blabbing about her problems.

A feeling of regret took over her. She shouldn't have called him and distract him. Yet her heart was beating fast in her chest cavity as she was grateful to him.

A few minutes passed before her phone started ringing. She reached for it and wasn't surprised to find it was Jimin who was calling.

He must want to make sure that she was okay.  He left to give her a small space with herself. He told her not to push herself so hard before leaving. She wasn't sure if she'd wanted him to stay more or not.

"Hey." She answered her phone. Her voice was weak and almost audible. She cried a lot.

"How are you?"

"I'm not sure. But I will be fine. I'm worried about mom."

"Just give her a little time. She needs it."

Minyoung nodded, despite knowing that he wouldn't see that. "You are home?"

"Yeah. Want me to come over."

A few of seconds passed before Minyoung finally spoke. "You don't need to."

She heard him taking a deep breath and imagined the same hurt expression from before over his face. She couldn't stop hurting him even though she hated to do so.

"See you tomorrow then."

"Yeah. See you." And she cut the line feeling guilty for calling Jungkook when she could have called Jimin over instead.

The call was kind of awkward which was worst, because she didn't want to see her friendship with Jimin fall in front of her eyes.

~~

Outside of Minyoung's house, Jimin was standing staring at her room's window. He couldn't leave until he made sure that she finally went to the bed. The light was on and he could see Minyoung sitting close to it. Her figure made a dark shadow on the white curtain.

He sighed, before putting his phone back in his pocket.

Minyoung needed time for herself. She needed to collect her thoughts and calm herself. It pained him to hear her voice in this state, he knew that she must have been crying for a while now.

He would stand by her window until she went to sleep, but she didn't.

He was standing on the opposite side of the street when he noticed a dark figure coming close to the house. A tall guy who was pulling a black hoodie over his head and wearing training trousers, because of the darkness it was hard to outline his features.

Jimin frowned. He remembered the talk of the two guys in his dancing school. There was someone after Jungkook trying to dig up in his past and Minyoung was a part of his past. She had always been a part of his past.

Childishly, the thought made Jimin gloomy. He couldn't believe that he was jealous at the moment when there was a stranger roaming around her house.

He was about to cross the road and check on him, but stopped when he saw Minyoung getting out of the house.

She was wearing a small smile over her face, walking down the front steps. A smile that he wasn't used to seeing. She only smiles like this when...

She walked toward the guy and it surprised him when he raised his hand in greeting.

When they turned to leave, the light silhouetted over the guy's face. Jimin's heart stopped beating for a moment. He also stopped breathing as his blood gone cold.

He clenched his fist hard by his side as he watched Minyoung and Jungkook walking side by side, talking to each other.

Of course. That smile. Jimin had only seen it over her face when she was looking at Jungkook.

He couldn't bear the ache in his chest. Kicking the nearest thing beside him, Jimin turned to walk back.

He was the one staying by her side this whole time. Not him.

His body was burning with angry thoughts and he was ready to snap at anyone around him. Whatever he had done to her, she would choose Jungkook over him.

He realised that she didn't need her memory back to remember she was in love with Jungkook when she kept falling for him over and over and over again.

A groaned skipped his throat as he screamed in agony. The people around him Jumped in surprise and gave him a hard look. Probably thinking he was crazy.

Jimin didn't care. At the moment, he was really crazy and out of his mind.

He wished his heart would stop beating for her, fluttering whenever he saw, and aching when she cried  

A fount of evil thought crossed his mind. It was to tell her who really was Jungkook and beg her to forget about him and love him instead.

But he knew he couldn't do that.

He couldn't be the one who hurt her.

~~

(Jungkook's POV)

When a second chance came to you, you shouldn't let go of it, right?

Using the fact that she forget about everything that happened, wouldn't do any good. But at the moment, I wanted to be the friend I couldn't be while she knew me.

I looked at her as she was talking, telling me about something that had happened to her in the hospital.

I was supposed to be listening, however, I couldn't help but staring at her. Her smile always fascinated me.

Up till this moment, I still didn't know why she called me. She sounded as if she was crying. Maybe she changed her mind about telling me. But that wasn't the real reason why I left my practice.

I wanted to see her. Her smile. When I saw her calling, my heart was flying and blood rushed through my veins. It was good to see her healthy and fine again.

"Do you like keeping this mysterious aura around you?"

"Huh?" The question was surprising.

She chuckled. "You aren't talking, Jungkook."

"I'm not a fan of talking."

She looked up and down at me, making me look at my clothes, wondering if something was wrong.

I gave her a look and she shook her head. "Too dark." She said.

"What? I love it" I protested. She always made fun of my clothes. "It's my favorite hoodie."

"School uniform looks better on you."

I snorted in protest. Not agreeing at all. "It's too bright."

"Exactly. That's why it looks good on you." She pointed at me, clapping her hand once.

"See, it's not bad to talk." She grinned, putting her hand in the pocket of her jacket.

Realizing what she had just done, I couldn't help but smile. Criticizing my clothes to make me talk.

Mining had been the only girl who actually managed to get me to talk freely. She always had this way of pushing my feelings, making me too frustrated to not express myself. I remembered not caring about what people, until she appeared again.

"That wasn't funny." I said, despite the smile that reached my ears.

She shrugged, kicking a rock she came across. "It worked anyway."

I hadn't realized how much I missed this till now. Walking with her at night brought a lot of memories back. Back then she hated to walk alone because the streets were dark, I'd had no other choice but to walk her home. I wouldn't let a scare girl walk alon