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"Never knew, you were a little , Kim Saera," Yeonghwan said under his breath, the vice-like grip he had on my hand tightened even more, making me let out a desperate gasp.

Tears prickled in my eyes, struggling to get away from him and suddenly a slap came in my way. I stopped struggling, surprised that he had the nerve to slap me on  the face. Raising my left hand towards his face, I had the urge to just want to slap him on the face, mad that Yeonghwan was slapping me out of nowhere.

My blood boiled even more at the sight of his eyes plastered to my reddened cheek as if he was proud of what he did and I felt furious and betrayed somehow. Just as my hand neared his face, already so close to slapping him, I let it fell to my side again out of nowhere, knowing I didn't have the heart to slap his face.

No matter what, I still had that small glimmer of hope that he still used to be a good person.

Kim Yeonghwan was a good friend to me.

Well, he used to be.

Finally, I  looked up at him who smirked as his eyes met with mine, mad and sad of what had become of us. The latter laughed at my expression, "Now, you finally shut up,"

The ends of my lips twitched upwards, feeling annoyed by his remark. Wriggling my fingers away from his grip, I stopped the need to knee him on the crotch as I looked away. "What do you want from me, jerk?"

I heard him chuckled and fingers were on my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. His eyes dark from anger and I felt him tightening his hold on my wrist again, making me let out an accidental whine of pain.

"Jerk? That's new even for you, isn't it?" Yeonghwan scoffed as he said it sarcastically. He finally let go of me, folding his arms over his chest with cynical eyes on my shaking figure. I rubbed my sore wrist with my left hand and stayed plastered to the wall, hoping I could just walked through the wall, away from the guy in front of me.

This was not the Kim Yeonghwan that I first knew of.

This Kim Yeonghwan looked dangerous.

"I'm not yours and never will be. I'm sorry if, you thought that I liked you but I never did," I spoke up softly with my eyes trained to the floor, afraid to look at him in the eyes.I internally facepalmed myself for putting my hair into a messy bun because I really wanted to avoid myself from looking at Kim Yeonghwan right now. I sighed defeatedly.

The latter clucked his tongue in disapprovement, making me looked up as he unfolded his arms. Yeonghwan clasped his hands together and pointed it at me, not believing me at all. "You're sure about that ..." His voice cracked as he said it, his eyes slowly turning red and I noticed tears were slowly b.

I felt a pang of guilt in my heart and unknowingly brought a hand over my lips, tearing the skin of my upper lip bit by bit, anxiousness building up inside of me. I shifted my body left to right with Yeonghwan's dark gaze on me.

"What do you mean by that?"

Yeonghwan laughed a bit, making another set of shivers going through my body. He took a step forward and I internally prayed for him to not take another step further. Thankfully, he didn't as he glanced around before speaking up again. "From what I've noticed, you somehow looked like a playgirl now with guys around your fingertips,"

My jaw went slack at his accusations. 

Why would I ever try to break a person's feelings when I've gone through it myself ?

Being played was never the best feeling.

My lips curled downwards at the thought of an old friend who used me for her own good. I scoffed painfully, my heart squeezed as I took a step towards Yeonghwan. Hurt fueled the fire in my heart that I had tried to slowly calm it down a few minutes ago. It was in vain, I guess.

I jabbed a finger into his chest with every word, angered that he had the guts to accuse me of it but even with all of my power, Yeonghwan still didn't budge, even by an inch. Tears quickly b as well as the pent up feelings and frustrations. "Playgirl? Guys? I'm not playing with anyone now. You're the only one whose been deluding yourself. I became friends with you because I knew how it felt to be lon-"

He grabbed my fingger, putting my jabbing to a stop as well as my words. I was caught off guard by him as I looked at him. Yeonghwan laughed darkly, making myself feeling small at the sight of him glaring at me.

"Stop being miss goody two shoes. I know you're not. That's just a front that you put on to seduce guys,"

 He accused me again and I let out a shaky breath, feeling weak instead. Wriggling my finger out from his grip, I took a step back with a hand against the wall, hoping I wouldn't collapse from the mental breakdown that I was having in my head. Sighing, I pulled myself together and clasped my hand together in front of me, a motion to ask forgiveness. The tears that I had so desperately wanted to keep inside, finally trailed down my cheeks.

"I'm really sorry if you feel that way but I never seduced you or anyone," My voice croaked from the mental pressure I was having. 

I was slowly being a mess and it was all thanks to Kim Yeonghwan.

"Born a , always a , huh?"

"I'm really sorry if I gave you hope or anything but I never intended to hurt you in anyway. I'm really really sorry," I tiredly uttered under my breath, my knees growing weak at the sight of Yeonghwan looking at me in disbelief. Tears falling even more at how different Yeonghwan was.

Was our friendship really that fragile from the beginning ?

It had crumbled so easily, our friendship.

Yeonghwan had opened his mouth again, wanting to retort back but shut his lips sealed as Hoseok suddenly popped from the corner, an obvious scowl stucked on his face.

"What's going on here ?" The usual chirpy Hoseok was nowhere to be found as he stood in front of me, acting as a barrier between me and Yeonghwan. I heard Yeonghwan sighed, ignoring him and went to the men's room, making me breathed normally again as I wiped the tears away before Hoseok would notice it.

"Are you fine, sweet cheeks ?" He tried to joke as he turned his back away from me, giving away for how long he had waited there at the corner. Even if that term of endearment brought memories that still gives me shivers, I couldn't help but smile at the way he tried to cheer me up.

I faked a smile as my body relaxed, "I'll be fine, Hoseok. Thanks for helping me out,"

"There's nothing I can't do for a friend." Hoseok grinned as he said it, showing those adorable dimples that he had. Both of us slowly started to walk, heading to the table again.

"But, can I ask something ?" Hoseok piped up nervously with his hands in his pocket. I glanced sideways at him and chuckled a bit, knowing how worried he was to pop up the question again so, I did it for him instead. Sighing, I asked. "It's Yeonghwan is it?"

The male beside slowly nodded his head with a hand rubbing the back of his head, afraid I would break down again. I flashed a painful smile at him before, taking the option to tug on my scrunchie to let loose of my hair as I told him. "I'll tell you when we have the time.. The only thing I can say right now is that he's just made a few bad choices,"

Hoseok nodded his head softly in total understanding as he glanced at the table that was already in view. Both of us walking even more slower, "Ah, I understand. Must've been tough for you to see him changing so suddenly, huh?" I laughed a bit even if it hurts, reminded by the old memories we had in summer camp.

"Can you keep this a secret from them, Hoseok ?" I piped up suddenly, making Hoseok let out a gasp with a laugh following afterwards for getting caught off guard. He nodded his head again, making my body relaxed even more as I blurted out a thanks to him. Both of us softly laughed as the both of us slowly neared the table even more while Hoseok shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"No problemo, Saera but I think I have to tell Namjoon about this. He was the one who asked me to check up on you," Hoseok informed me and in that very moment, my eyes met with Namjoon's. I saw the relief look in his eyes and I grinned back at him, nodding my head at him in acknowledgement at him, feeling grateful to the both of them.

"I guess I have to make chocolate croissants again for the both of you, then," I said softly to Hoseok before going to my own seat where, I found a worried Jungkook waiting for me.

"You're fine, gorgeous ?" Jungkook asked as my eyes found Hoseok's ones, smiling at the person behind Jeon Jungkook before putting my full attention on the worried male.

"I'm fine, oppa,"

***

"Saera, can the both of us talk? Outside? Alone?" Seokjin said out of the blue as all of us started to stand. I looked weirdly at the latter before slowly nodding my head with the others glancing at me and Seokjin, surprised to see the male wanted to talk to me when we didn't even talk that much due to the fact of how far the distance between our seats were. Taehyung's senior softly smiled at me as he motioned me to follow him and I quickly trailed behind the tall male with the others looking at us, wondering what could we possibly talk about.

To be honest, I was thinking the same too.

What would Kim Seokjin wanted to talk to me about ?

"Ouch !" I grunted out loud when my nose smashed into Seokjin's back as I stumbled backwards a bit before stabilizing myself again. The tall male had frantically turned to face me, worried of me and chuckled when he noticed it was nothing serious. I softly smiled and bowed down in front of him as an apology.

"I'm really sorry, Seokjin," I said formally as I stood straight again, meeting with Seokjin's bulging eyes, flabbergasted by me somehow. His ears turned red, scratching his scalp as he nodded his head, accepting my apology.

"Actually, Saera. I should be the one apologizing," He said, making me frown at his words as I nervously laughed.

"Why would you say that ?"

Seokjin sighed, his eyes looking into the restaurant again, searching for someone and I understood it almost immediately. My mouth rounded up as I let out a soft 'o'. He awkwardly grin, scratching his scalp again.

"I'm really sorry, Saera. I was the one who brought Yeonghwan here with me even when I knew the history between the both of you. It's just, our mom had passed away just recently and my little brother had been under a lot of pressure. I forgot the possible thought, he could hurt you or make you traumatized. I'm really sorry for being selfish and I'm really thankful for you for being friends with him since, Yeonghwan had always been alone by himself ever since, he was a little kid. This is so messed up of me for thinking everything would turn out for the better again. I'm re-" Seokjin stopped rambling and tugging at his hair after he noticed that I was softly rubbing his back. He smiled sadly at me and sighed, stopping myself from rubbing his back.

"It'll get better soon. It's okay, Seokjin. I understand as a person who has a sibling." I murmured and couldn't help but glance into the restaurant, my hand starting to rub his back again when I meet eyes with my older brother. Flashing a smile at Taehyung, I looked back at Seokjin who looked down at the pavement.

"You'll do anything for your little brother to make him happy,"

Seokjin's lips twitched upwards, meeting eyes with me. "Thank you for understanding,"

"Your welcome," I chirped back in return.

"Can we say goodbye now ?" Taehyung piped up from behind of us, making the both of us to look behind us to found the others already outside, waiting for us. Both of us smiled and walked towards them with smiles plastered on our faces.

"Kim Saera, I really hope we can meet again under good circumstances again," Yeonghwan's older brother said under his breath before winking at me as I laughed and walked to Taehyung's side. Yeonghwan and Seokjin said farewell to all of us before leaving us alone as all of us walked together, opting to hang out at the music studio now. As we walked our way to the music studio, I received a message from someone as my phone vibrated in the pockets of my jeans.

From : Bad Past

This is not the last time you'll see me, Kim Saera ...

I sighed, ignoring it as I shoved it back into my pocket, continuing my little chitchat with Eunji.