Worth It 𖧵 [TXT Yeonjun]

Chapter 47: Secluded

I must be dreaming...

I opened my eyes and-

-My hand was intertwined with Minho's.

What am I doing here.

I looked over to him.

His cold tone quickly became soft and charming, like he was putting on an act.

Well... he was...

All I could do was face forward, push my shoulders back, and match his energy.

Because "good girls are confident, not bitchy".

Minho's cold hand suddenly made its way to my waist.

He leaned in close to my ear, "I'll make sure you have fun, don't worry".

He was referring back to our argument before we got there.

"There" being Juyeon's end of the season 'gala'.

As Minho leaned back, his soft gaze and kind smile charmed me.

"Yeah" I thought, "Maybe this party won't be so bad..."

He suddenly walked away.

Literally leaving me.

"Hey! Eun-Hana!" A boy in the distance called out to me.

Soon enough I was in a circle of Minho's pretentious close friends.

They all swore they knew him and were close to him, as much as I wanted to protest, I couldn't,

Because I myself didn't know him well enough anymore.

I kept looking back at Minho, who was in another room with another group of people.

He seemed like such a natural with everyone, he really blent in with the lifestyle.

A light nudge brought my attention back into the circle of people in front of me:

"Do you think you two will ever like... tie the knot?" A girl stuck out her hand while moving her ring finger.

She was hinting at marrying Minho.

Would I ever marry him?

Lee Eun-Hana? Ew.

"...Well... at some point" I incoherently said as I stared at her ring finger.

I had never put much thought into a future with him...

And I didn't want to.

Not because I didn't love him, I just hated to think there was more than 'right now'.

My uncle had just died a couple days prior, Minji's father, which left me stunned and was the reason I wanted nothing to do with this last minute party.

But Minho always knows what to say.

I gave in.

But every time I made eye contact with anyone, I couldn't help but think about death.

'How will this person die?'

'How will I die?'

'Will Minho ever die?'

'I don't want to die'-

Things like these...

My uncle's passing was the first time I acknowledged death.