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I shifted my weight from my right leg to my left leg as I awkwardly stood in front of Jeon Jungkook's apartment. I worried my lower lip for a moment with my eyes closed shut, my mind wondering to a memory of when I first came here with Yoongi.

"Beautiful, could you wake up Jungkook for me?" The mint haired had asked for my help with his head stucked in the empty fridge, still hoping that there was still food in the fridge but obviously, it was pretty impossible for the fridge to be suddenly full with food. Wasn't it ? Yoongi closed it shut and his eyes fell on my figure, his eyebrows twitching, feeling annoyed by me who was turning around in the high chair. I pouted when Yoongi lazily came to me, putting me to a stop as he smirked.

"Wake up Jungkook for me. I'm gonna need to buy some stuffs to make the three of us brunch," 

I blow a raspberry as I swerved again in the chair when my best friend leave me all alone in the kitchen and headed out of the apartment while mumbling how thankful for the other two who were absent since Namjoon and Hoseok were picky eaters.

Pursing my lips for a moment, I jumped out from my high chair to perfectly stand on the wooden floor. "Let's wake up Jungkook, shall we?" Pulling at my scrunchie, I let my hair fall free as I headed into Jungkook's room which I had assumed, judging from the letter J  that was nailed onto the door. Finally putting my hair into a ponytail, I grabbed on the doorknob to open it. I couldn't help but gritted my teeth at the sound of Jungkook's door creaking open for a moment before settling my eyes to the said person, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him who was still peacefully sleeping. My cheeks warmed as well when I finally noticed that he only had his boxers on.

 "Jungkook, wake up," I whispered soflty, my cheeks still warm as I did my best to search for his blanket around his room, avoiding from looking at his bare torso. My eyes brightened up at the sight of his blue blanket at a dark corner.

"One more minute, dad," He grumbled out an answer childishly, his voice husky from just waking up from his own slumber. My breath hitched, enticed by his husky voice, making me dream of waking up every morning in his arms.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed when I just realized that he had just called me his dad. Laying the blanket onto his body, I retorted back."I'm not your d-" I gasped instead of completing my words as Jungkook pulled me onto his bed,our bodies colliding against each other while the blanket acted as a barrier.

"One more minute," He whined, the arms around my waist tightened and I felt my heart soared, feeling happy and anxious at the same time. My cheeks becoming another shade of red, the crimson one.

"Fine, you have your one minute. Just let me go," I defeatedly let out, my body now awkward for being in this position for far too long. Jungkook laughed, his head at the crook of my neck as he kissed my collarbones.

"But I don't want to let you go, gorgeous," My lips twitched upwards and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach fluttering ecstaticly as I forced myself to lace my arms around him as well. My heart was in my throat in that moment, surprised that I was actually doing this so willingly with Jeon Jungkook.

I laughed, feeling my heart throbbing painfully in my chest. Sniffling as I blinked away the tears, "Then, what is this, Jeon Jungkook? What is happening to us?"

I let out a heavy sigh as I properly wore the sunglasses that I borrowed from Eunji to hide my swollen eyes, my eyes stinging as my left hand securely hold onto a charm that hang from my charm bracelet, hoping it would give me strength. Biting my lower lip out of hesitation, I finally raised my right hand to knock on the door of Jungkook's apartment that he now shared with his old friend that came from Busan. Before I could properly knock on the door, I stumbled backwards as I gasped, surprised to see the door opening so suddenly when I never anticipated for it and I fell on my bottom. Very unladylike, sadly . Groaning in pain, I softly rubbed my sore bottom and squinted my eyes at the figure that was perfectly standing in front of me with the door still wide open. My jaw went slack, mirroring the latter as well.

It was very unexpected to see the brother of Kim Yeonghwan in this odd situation again, unfortunately.

"Kim Saera?"

"Kim Seokjin?"

The latter smiled fondly at me as he stretched his right arm to me, wanting to help me get back on both of my feet. "What are you doing here?" He asked me politely when I finally stood up properly, making me frown out of confusion for a moment. 

"I should be asking you that since, I'm friends with Jeon Jungkook," I piped up coldly, feeling bitter for a moment at the sight of Yeonghwan's brother, dusting my jeans off while he laughed at my retort. Seokjin nodded his head softly since it was true and I can't help but feel bad as I whispered a 'sorry' under my breath while, in return he just grinned at me. Clearing his throat, his expression changed in a split second and I noticed how tight his smile was as he threw another question at me. Also, I noticed the little bruise that he had on his upper lip, making me curious as I stared at it for awhile.

"You heard about what happened?"

I flinched as my body stiffened almost automatically, looking away from him and I felt my heart squeezed excruciatingly painful. Wriggling my fingers quietly behind my back, I fake a smile at the figure in front of me, finally answering his question. "Not really. I just came here to check up on him," I noticed how his eyes softened as he leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest as Seokjin waited for me to continue with my own words when he noticed how I was biting on my lower lips as if I was hiding something.

"I actually didn't want to come here," I slowly breathed out the words and he stiffened for a moment before relaxing again. His brows meeting in the middle.

"Because you thought, Jungkook stood up on you?"

Seokjin tilted his head a bit after his question was out in the air, his eyes were squinting as they were on me and I couldn't help but hug myself, feeling vulnerable all of the sudden. I tiptoed a bit, hoping to have a glance of Jungkook who might be walking around the apartment since the door was still wide open but Seokjin was making it tough as he shifted his body according to me.

I huffed at him before answering, making him cracked a smile when he saw the frustrated look on my face. "Kind of... I thought, he got bored of me," Seokjin pursed his lips as if he was surprised by my own thought. I knowingly looked away from him. 

He was giving me that look.

That look. It was the same one that Yoongi, Eunji and Taehyung had given me.

It was a look of disapproval.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because most people get easily bored of me," I bitterly let out. Tears were starting to brim again that it made me accidentally laugh, feeling pathetic for letting my emotions get the best of me. Seokjin gave me an awkward lopsided smile at me as I looked away, trying my best to brush away the fallen tears. The latter put a hand on one of my shoulders, squeezing it to grab my attention and it worked as I turned around to give my attention, still having a hard time to stop myself from crying with the sunglasses in the way.

I was too embarrassed to take it off.

It would be so obvious as to how much I cried.

I was so in love with the thought of myself having the date with Jungkook that, I almost forgot about the possibility of something else happening, preventing the date from happening.

I'm so stupid!

"I'm sorry if you think like that but, that's their loss. If it wasn't for my little brother, I would really love it for the both of us to be friends but my good conscience doesn't allow me. Also, you're not stupid, Kim Saera,"

I scowled while Seokjin gently squeezed my shoulder, hoping it would give me strength. Pursing my lips for a moment, I softly pushed away Seokjin's hand, feeling awkward that he was doing it for far too long. "It's okay, I guess."

Seokjin puckered his lips as he ruffled my hair, finally smiling when I smiled at him. My heart warmed at the sight of Yeonghwan's brother kindly smiling at me. Seokjin somehow reminded me of my own brother.

No matter how childish Kim Taehyung would be at times.

He had always been a good brother to me and I was glad to have him.

New tears sprang, finally remembering that Taehyung was going back home at the end of this week. 

 "So, you're not upset that Jungkook didn't came that night?"

I choked on my own saliva, wanting to cry at the question Seokjin just asked me. The latter widened his eyes, feeling bad for bringing that up as he awkwardly moved his body around, trying to lighten up the mood.

Somehow, it worked.

Crying as I laughed, I smiled at him as I protectively hugged my own body.

"It would be a lie if it didn't hurt me, though,"

Seokjin faked a smile, still feeling guilty as he rubbed both of his hands on his jeans, "I'm sorry again for bringing that up but before you go meet Jungkook, could we chat first over coffee?"

"But I ..." I awkwardly trailed off, noticing how determing he looked all of the sudden. The latter finally closed the door behind him and I couldn't help but be frightened for a moment. When he noticed, Seokjin stepped away a bit with both hands in the air.

"It won't be long, I promise you. I need to tell you about something. It's Yeonghwan,"

My eyes softened at the mention of my old friend.

No matter what, I just still can't bring myself to hate him.

Worrying my lower lip, I hesitantly answered him, making him instantly grinned. "I guess, it'll be okay since you promised me,"

***

"You do know that you can take off your sunglasses, right?" Seokjin softly asked after he was finished with sipping on his hot mocha. I just gave him an awkward smile as I adjusted the glasses that I was wearing, still happily sipping onto my hot lemon tea.

"I rather not, my eyes are swollen really bad," I piped up.

Seokjin sighed again, combing his bangs away before putting his crossed arms over the table, leaning nearer to me. "I'm really sorry. I let my little brother ruined everything for the both of you," I looked away from him, scoffing almost instantly.

It was getting a bit annoying, to be honest.

"Please stop saying sorry. It's getting a tad bit annoying,"

I hated it.

I hated it when, people say sorry too many times.

Too some people, those words are just words that doesn't have any meaning to them.

"Thank you." Seokjin breathed out almost instantly, his wide shoulders deflating at what I said. I giggled a bit, smiling at him as I sipped to my iced chocolate. Mirroring Seokjin's figure, I put on my serious face and finally focused on why we're really here.

"Your welcome. Now, how about you tell me what actually happened,"

***

"Just great. He got another blue eye because of me," I whined, resting my head over my crossed arms. Sniffling, I tried my best to wipe away my tears with the tisues that Seokjin was giving me from the waiter that he had gotten from. The latter chuckled, seeing me so stressed over a punch that Yeonghwan had given to Jungkook.

Why did it had to be on the same eye that Taehyung punched ?

Pouting at the figure in front of me, I threw him another questiong that automatically made him faked a smile. "Where is Yeonghwan right now?"

"Well, after injuring me and Jungkook in front of a crowd, he was escorted by the police to the police station for the night. I bailed him that night and brought him to the hospital after that. To let him meet a psychiatrist," I innocently gawked at him, waiting for Seokjin to continue with his words as he sighed, rubbing his face to hide his tears. My heart squeezed at the sight of the man in front of me crying. Seokjin laughed, blinking back the tears as he smiled, "It's official. He needs to be in there for a few months to get professional help,"

I stared at him in awe, feeling helpless at the sight of him trying to cover his sadness. Forcing myself to put a hand over his, I squeezed his hand to give reassurance as I smiled.

"I'm sorry to hear that,"

Seokjin gave me a lopsided smile as he shook my head, "There's nothing for you to be sorry. I'm the one who is in the wrong. I should've been there for him when he needed me the most,"

"You've tried your best, Seokjin,"

The man in front of me chuckled, smirking as he put my hand back to where it was. "I can really tell why guys get more attracted to you as they spend more time with you."

"There's not really that many guys that I spend time with so, I'm not really sure if I should agree you with that.." I awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of my neck, surprised by his sudden compliment. Seokjin smiled at that new information.

"I'm glad that I'm one of the lucky ones then," He cutely piped up.

"You think so?"

His smile fell at my question and I uncomfortably shifted in my seat, noticing that he was staring at me a bit too long as he cleared his throat. "Saera, Jungkook really likes you and I really hope. No matter what happens to the both of you, I really hope you guys make it through and get married,"

My brows jumped at that, leaning away from the table as I awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of my neck again with red cheeks, "Marriage never crossed my mind yet," 

"So, you do like him," He breathed out the words, smiling at his own discovery.

"I do but, after what had happened. It just made me realised of how strong my feelings for him really are. For now, I just want some space and time to accept my own feelings for him,"

"Then, why are you here?" Seokjin asked, feeling dumbfounded at what I informed him of. 

I smiled bitterly at him, crossing my arms across my chest as I looked  away from him. "Do I really have to answer that?" I asked, my voice strained as I blinked back the tears.

I came here because I was worried of him.

I missed him.

I really do.

"Not really. But, why are you making things complicated when the both of you can be happy together already?"

I looked at him again, shrugging my shoulders, not knowing my own answer as well. "To be honest?" Seokjin nodded his head, hoping to receive an answer from me. I slowly breathed in and breathed out, hoping to be calm as well as hoping that I would get an answer for myself as well.

"I really don't know. All I can think of.." I trailed off. My mind suddenly wandering to Jeon Jungkook.

His smile.

His laugh.

His love for noblesse.

His love for his mother that he would never admit.

His heart.

I shook my head softly, trying to be on the right track again as I let myself rambling out my own thoughts. "I just, don't know. I'm usually the rational one but when, I'm with him. I just feel so ecstatic and safe in his arms. It's all mind, heart and time consuming. This is the first time for me and I'm scared to say the least but I really, really love him,"

"I really hope.. That, no matter what. You guys will end up with each other," Seokjin uttered, cutely smiling at me as I breathed out to him a 'thank you'.

***

"Take a deep breath, Kim Saera," I told to myself as I blankly stared at the door in front of me with both hands cupping my cheeks, my heart doing somersaults at the thought of meeting him after constantly avoiding him for the past few days. Raising my hand up to knock on it, I stepped away from the door, missing the door almost by an inch.

"Oh God.. Now I know why Tae oppa was such a nervous wreck at that time," I whined childishly as I finally put away the sunglasses in my sling bag. Checking my eyes for the last time with the camera on my phone, I finally braved myself to finally knock on the door, very rapidly. My breath hitched as I heard the male yelled out words that I couldn't comprehend. I closed my eyes for a moment as I counted out numbers, hoping to be calm enough when he finally opened it but it was a failure.

"Hyung~ How many times are you going to forget your k-" He stopped whining when Jungkook finally noticed that it was actually me standing in front of him. My heart fluttered at the sound of his clear voice as I fluttered my eyes opened. Whincing when I saw the bruised eye, I looked away as well.

Pouting my lips, I finally looked at him properly and my eyes couldn't help but focus on the bruised eye. "We need to talk, oppa,"