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48. Minimoni advice

10 PM | Jungkook

I dragged myself back to the Bangtan apartment, holding my head low.

What just happened?

My whole body tensed up as I thought again of the way Yejin spoke to me.

Her cold stare, her harsh words.

Her lack of consideration for my feelings.

It wasn't even about her anymore.

If she wants to put her life in danger, then, fine, whatever.

I mean... Not really. But...

I shook my head, entering the fancy elevator.

I knew she was responsible enough to know what she was doing.

But she saw how upset I was by her decision.

And she didn't even try to address it.

She didn't care.

Does she even care at all about me?

It seemed like she forgot who took her to the hospital. Who waited for six hours in front of her door.

How could I let her go back to that very same place?

I was just scared to death to imagine her in this situation again.

I had no doubt she was able to defend herself. Gosh, she even scared me during kickboxing practice.

I was only fearing she'd get into that distressed trance again...

I left the elevator, my head clouded with these awful memories.

The way she wanted to destroy that guy, tears rushing down her face, not able to control her anger...

Something just wasn't right about it.

I pushed our heavy door and got rid of my shoes in the entrance.

If I had not been completely shaken, I would have probably noticed the pretty gold sandals next to our pile of hundreds of sneakers.

I walked by the kitchen and raised my eyes to the familiar voice.

"Hi, JK."

"Hi, noona-"

Micha shushed me, a finger on her lips, her eyes widening on me.

I followed her stare to the living room. Taehyung was passed out on the couch, his legs around one of the cushions, his long blond hair falling all around his face.

He's sleeping, she mouthed to me with a cute grin.

I slowly nodded, taking my jacket off as quietly as possible.

"You want?" she whispered to me, pointing at a yellow container full of egg salad on the kitchen counter.

I recognized Taehyung's mother's style of Tupperware. We had been living off all the delicious dishes she had prepared for us since the lovebirds visited Daegu.

Yes, please, I mouthed to her.

I felt sad but I was still hungry.