thirty two.
lather, rinse, repeat“There you are.”
I looked up, blinking through my now swollen eyes to find Jung Daehyun, standing with this distinct frown on his face. There wasn’t his usual happy-go-lucky smirk. Everything about this situation screamed that there was something wrong.
For sure, I’d thought that I had hidden myself well enough. I hadn’t meant to be found. Not by Daehyun, not today.
My original intention had been to run away; maybe disappear somewhere so that no one could find me. I didn’t deserve the support Daehyun continued to gush me in. And it continued to confuse me: why was Daehyun bothering with a nobody like me. He could as well as have chosen someone else to be with.
He could have been with his younger brother.
Receiving nothing from me in return, Daehyun only sighed, nudging me over with his foot to squeeze down onto the ground next to me. There had been plenty of other places he could have chosen, and yet, he chose the ground, next to me nonetheless.
I didn’t understand him. Jung Daehyun was like a puzzle, one I couldn’t hope to solve within my lifetime. But maybe, things were better off that way. Maybe, I wasn’t meant to understand him or any of his weird tactics.
For a minute, he let me mope in silence, his hand patting me on the back as I let out the remaining sobs choking me. “I messed up, didn’t I?” It was me that was wrong, and yet, Daehyun was here, trying to sooth me instead of Jaebum, who was the one who really deserved it.
“It wasn’t you; it was him,” he sighed, brushing his bangs out of his eyes, “Jaebum’s an idiot.”
And me, the biggest loser in the history of the world. Jaebum’s mistake was nothing compared to the millions I’d done wrong.
“Don’t blame yourself. I would’ve probably done worse if I were you. He would be standing right now if I were in your shoes.” I turned to him, horrified. He couldn’t have hit Jaebum. They were friends, weren’t they? They weren’t supposed to fight; not because of me. “Don’t worry your pretty little face, I only hit him once,” Daehyun scoffed, ruffling my hair a little. “Now let’s get you home, let’s getting late.”
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