Drug Love [Completed]

CH. 13

“Where the fuck is it?” I removed every sofa cushion, looking everywhere but still couldn’t find it “Hana?”

“Yeah?” she answered somewhere in the house.

“Have you seen my necklace?”

“Which one?” 

“The one with a key, that Hoseok gave me.”

“Last time I saw it was next to the TV, in the living room.”

“Yeah, but it’s not here anymore,” I mumbled to myself. I looked on the floor, behind the tv, but nothing. 

Okay, let me retrace my steps. I placed the necklace here, went out with Yoon, then Joon’s house. Class, Taehyung came over, and I remember it was still here. Then Hobi’s house, then my mom show-

No.

“Fucking no!” I groaned at the same time that Dahye appeared.

“Did you find it?’

“No, because my mom fucking stole it,” I sat on the couch ready to scream. Every single time my mom decides to visit and I let her get in my house, something goes missing. I remember when I was a kid, and she would sneak into my room looking for anything she could sell. “I hate her. I fucking hate her,” I sighed, resting my elbow on my knees, covering my face with my hands. Dahye sat down next to me placing her hand on my back for comfort.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. Do you remember where he bought it?”

“Yeah,” I looked at her, “I’ll stop by to see how much it is, but I don’t have the money right now.”

“I can lend you if you want.”

“No, no need,” I smiled, “But thank you,” she back hugged me, resting her chin on my shoulder.

“Are you gonna tell him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“You should,” she said, and I grumbled at her remark.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah,” she pecked my cheek before getting up, “It’s Hot Hoseok we’re talking about. He’ll understand.”

Probably, but still. I can already see the upset expression this news will provide. This is one of those moments where in the past, I would probably cry. But I overcame this through therapy and with my friend’s help. A tiny part of me was hoping that somehow my mom managed to change over these past few years, but I guess I was wrong. 

“Hey, who was the pretty boy with you yesterday?” Hana questioned heading to the fridge and grabbing some milk.

“You saw that?”

“Yeah, but only a glimpse.” 

“He’s Taehyungs’s friend. I bumped into him last night, and we went to have coffee together. His name is Jungkook. He was just walking me home.”

“And people say that chivalry is dead,” she chuckled, “Did something happen between you two?”

“Just some flirting, nothing more. And a promise of dinner.”

“Good, because your boy is Taehyung,” she said.

“The hell are you talking about?” I asked, confused.

“What?” she looked at me shocked. “You didn’t know you two are getting married?” she smiled, and I just rolled my eyes, “I’m totally gushing over you two.”

“You saw him once!”

“I saw him twice, and that’s enough. Don’t worry, you’ll be in love in no time,” Hana walked back to her room, and for some reason, I couldn’t come up with an answer.