Namjoon told himself he would cut ties with Jinsol. Nonetheless, he still offered to walk her home. It’s not like she scrapped her knee or something, she got a cut from a knife and for someone who probably never even hurt a finger that seemed like a pretty big deal. He found out she walked a few blocks from the train station to her house, but it looked like a safe place.

“I can carry my own backpack, isn’t it a bit heavy?” she asked him. Honestly, she was just trying to break the unfamiliar awkwardness.  

He smiled heartlessly. “I’m in good enough shape, thank you.”

“I didn’t mean that,” she mumbled to herself. She really didn’t know what else to say. At this point, Jinsol didn’t even expect him to keep the conversation going.

Every single attempt to start a conversation had been cut off, and she was starting to feel her heart clenching. What was so wrong about keeping Jin’s confession to herself? It’s not like you go around telling people “hey, your brother likes me, let’s be friends”. She really didn’t hid it from him, or at least, it was never her intention.  He waited until she got inside and then he left. He sighed, knowing he didn’t plan to see her in a while.

Namjoon stopped using the train. Instead, he was using Jin’s car to go to work. Of course he could use it before, but it was a reminder that Jin wasn’t there, and he didn’t mind waking up earlier, since he could talk to Jinsol every day.

He was screwed if he didn’t mind sleeping less just to see her.

“Everyone can be late once in a while” Jinsol told herself the first day Namjoon missed the train. She tried to comfort herself the first three days, but by Friday, she knew that wasn’t the reason. She was so distracted thinking about him and his absence, that she almost missed her stop. She pushed through the crowd clumsily, struggling to keep herself on her two feet.

Her jaw dropped when she spotted a familiar face there. It wasn’t Youngjae and it wasn’t any of her classmates. It was Taehyung, standing there, looking around distracted as if he expected someone to appear, his hands behind his back as he played with his feet. He couldn’t be waiting for her, could he? He didn’t even know that was her school. She walked towards him and turned an inquisitive gaze on him.

“Are you waiting for someone?” she asked after she bowed, it looked like he didn’t even know why he was there.

He looked at her arm, she was still wearing a bandage, and it still hurt a little. He didn’t ask anything, and she was relieved.

“Yeah. I was waiting for you,” he confessed. She looked around, trying to tell if she heard him well or if there was someone standing behind her. “I really need your help. I’ve been waiting here for two hours. Please.”

She scratched her head nervously, but asked him to keep going. It made her happy th