Paths Intertwined (Jungkook FF) - ONGOING

CH 3

Min Jiah's POV

5:00 PM

I was- in my opinion understandably- quite furious with Nana for yelling out that I was single- practically announcing it to the whole world when she'd blurted it out in front of that grumpy guy. It wasn't that it was embarrassing, exactly... but it was- well, private information. My relationship status was not exactly something I wanted everyone to know. 

"What is it Jiji?" Nayeong asked, smiling teasingly. 

I gritted my teeth. "Whether I am single or not is none of that bastard's goddamn business. Really, this is beyond teasing." 

"You're still mad at me about that? Come on, you know I didn't mean it!" she insisted. Her expression had such sincerity, and I really wanted to believe her. 

But...

"This isn't even an 'I didn't mean it' situation. It's about you stating a fact. How could you possibly not mean that?" I snapped at her. "Even if you thought you were joking... well, in any case, why don't you have a filter?"

I lifted a hand as if to smack her, and she backed away quickly. 

"Sorry," she muttered. "But you know, he's hot as hell. If he knows you're single, you can get together! I can finally be the matchmaker I've always dreamed of being." Nayeong smiled at me in a strange hazy way. She combed through her hair before selecting a likely looking chunk. "It'll be perfect," she added as she twirled the piece of hair in preparation for putting it in her mouth. 

I snatched the hair out of her hand. "Just be quiet! We will not be dating, and you will not be playing matchmaker. And stop chewing your hair, it's not a good habit."

Nayeong gave me a pathetically sad look. "It's such a hard habit to break. I've had it since I was little."

"Well, the longer you take to start the longer it'll take to break." I turned away from her decisively. "And I still haven't forgiven you for that snide comment earlier!"

"Deal with it." She playfully punched my shoulder. I not-so-playfully punched her back. "Ow!" she cried. "No need to get so violent," she pouted. 

Yeah, I know. I'm quite a bit too moody and maybe even overdramatic. I remember being called  "the Drama Queen" in high school a couple of times and I seriously don't care anymore. It wasn't even just "a Drama Queen" but "the Drama Queen", as if I was so dramatic that I rose above all the others, outshining them and become the sole drama queen. 

I've been having HPD since childhood and got treatment long back. But what can I say? It has no cure. It just gradually reduces over time.

"Jiji! Girl!" Nayeong snapped me out of my thoughts. She appeared to have drifted from the chair to the patch of bed directly next to me while I had been ruminating. 

"What is it? I never hear that tone of voice unless you want something," I replied. I slowly moved backwards to lie down. My gaze remained firmly on the ceiling the entire time. I was hoping to avoid eye contact and also avoid talking about anything potentially embarrassing. 

She moved to hover above me, her face directly above mine. "Why were you suddenly interested in that guy, the one who interviewed me?" she queried. She narrowed her eyes comically, as if imitating a spy or detective in a movie. 

I suddenly was hit with the recollection of what I had overheard just before he caught me. What was that voice, that hauntingly familiar voice that stunned me into eavesdropping? Had I met the senior Mr. Jeon before?