My Boy [under editing]

Ch. 4

PRETTY, YOU

❝like when the cherry trees blossom
and the spring breeze blows,
this is for you.❞
 —seventeen, popular song.

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jungkook

"sing it for me again," her soothing voice made swarms of butterflies inside my tummy danced — I was surely out of my mind. "please?" she flashed a smile that melted my heart. then, slowly she leaned her head on my shoulder while waiting for me to sing.

so I played the same song and sang along, my eyes widened when she intertwined our hands so smoothly. she giggled after she realised that I was flustered by her action. "hyemi," I stopped singing so she could look at me, "I like you."

I closed my eyes as I squeezed her hand, I was scared that she would reject me but my heart stopped when her lips were against my cheek. "I like you too silly," she giggled.

she was smiling from ears to ears when I opened my eyes. "hyemi," I called out her name again. I couldn't believe what I heard, but she was leaning closer, inviting me for a kiss. so I was also leaning to her with my eyes closed.

I could feel my lips touching her cold-flat lips —no. I heard a small giggle. I opened back my eyes slowly because I didn't want to believe that what had happened was just a play in my head. I was a fool to believe that hyemi liked me.

"what were you dreaming about?" hyemi asked while holding her laughter, still covering my puckered lips with a metal item. "how deviant, jungkook." she shook her head while removing the metal and put it aside.

I sighed out loud as I fixed myself and sat a little further from her. I was hiding my reddened cheeks and sweats. I yet again humiliated myself in front of her —why are you such a fool?

how did I ended up at the rooftop? ah yes, I heard about the news that she slapped taehyung earlier so I ran to the rooftop. I was a bit late to comfort her but she was sleeping soundlessly like the other day, she was leaning her head on the wall. so I sat beside her and put an earpiece in her ear as I sang along the song that was playing.

"I was dreaming about you," I admitted which taken her aback. "even in dreams you reject me," I grunted and she actually laughed. I watched her laugh —her mouth opened slightly wide as she pulled her head back, she was beautiful even when she was laughing.

after she realised that I was staring at her, she stopped and diverted her eyes. "jungkook," she whispered, breaking away the awkward atmosphere around us, "can I hug you?" she hesitated to ask and she was wiping a tear on her cheek.

without questioning her, I scooted closer and embraced her into a hug. I didn't know what happened to her and taehyung but I wished I could at least help her. "dial my number, I'll always be there to hug you —" I was satisfied when she was laughing even though she was in tears.

"you're crazy."

and ever since that hug at the rooftop, I was thinking about her more. I thought about her smile, and the sound of her adorable laughter. she might thought I was crazy but she was right, I was crazy —for her. I was crazy for her.

we actually talked more after that day, I would eat lunch at the rooftop and we would listen to some songs —we weren't close yet, but she would always laugh at my jokes. it made me like her even more because she made me feel like I was funny.

I dreamt about her often too, funnily, every kiss that was about to happen were all ruined by either the others waking me up or the alarm clock. I missed hugging her —I could still feel her in my arms —she was frail and it just made me want to give her all my love.

at first, I was just attracted to her —who wouldn't fall for her anyway? she was pretty. and then when we talked more, I was interested in her more, she was amusing, funny and again, she laughed to every of my jokes. I liked her so much, gosh.

hyemi

"how are you with bobby, sweetie?" mum would always ask me about him —she would ask if I have his phone number or not, do we communicate or not and sometimes she asked me if I like him already.

I wore another new frothy dress that she bought, "we're good, mum." I mean, we did go to simple dates like we went to the cinema and ate meals, also we would talk about typical and trendy stuff.

my mum stood in front of me and put her left hand on my shoulder and then she helped me fixed my hair with her other hand. "he's lovely, isn't he?" she asked, with a wide grin. I couldn't deny that he actually was, he was a sweet-talker and a gentleman.

"sure," I shrugged my shoulders —I wanted to accept him for mum but I just couldn't. It was just bothering me that we were forced to get to know each other. "we'll be late, bye mum —"

"please do this for me," she immediately said, referring to the arrange marriage they planned. "I promise you that you'll be happy with him." I gave her one last smile before I turned around and walked out from the stupid house.

I rolled my eyes when I saw bobby's car. I approached him reluctantly and entered his car. like I said, we went to another simple date; we watched a movie and ate dinner. however, he passed my neighbourhood and just continued to drive to the city and stopped in front of a club.

"I'm underage —"

he didn't even bother to listen to me as he just walked over to my side and opened my door. I was surprised that I was allowed to enter the club without them checking my ID card. I kept trying to get his attention that I wanted to go back home.

"bobby, please, I don't want to be here —" he dragged me to the counter as he ordered two glasses of whiskey.

"sit down," he said as he slowly pushed me to sit on a stool beside me, and he was sitting on a stool beside me. "you're in a lot of pain; it's okay to taste only a little." when his order arrived, he pulled one glass for himself and pushed another glass closer to me.

I wanted to scold him for giving me a drink but I hated the fact that he was right. that I was in pain. that my heart is wrenching, I felt as though I was carrying weights on my shoulders. "I won't drink it," I told him.

he shrugged his shoulders, "it's okay if you won't drink but dance if you want to —" I left him. I couldn't bear to stand in front of him. he probably thought I was easy. he didn't even try to stop me which made me laugh as I walked out from that filthy place.

"why are you laughing, cutie?" my smile faded when someone suddenly spoke to me. I kept on looking forward and ignored the dirty words coming out of drunkards that I passed by —but then, a hand caught my arm as I couldn't move.

"where are you going, beautiful?" I could easily identify that he was an old man even though I wasn't looking at him. "how about you come with me and you can sleep on my bed —naked." his snicker made me want to break down and cry.

"please let go of me —" I heard different laughs from behind and then, I felt a hand slowly slithering around my waist and another hand on my back. I tried to yank their hands away but I was pulled closer so I let out a loud screamed on top of my lungs.

a hand had covered my mouth —my whole life was slowly ending when they were tried drag me to somewhere else but luck was on my side as a guy came and helped me —I couldn't hear anything at that time as I was just watching them in a slow motion.

I dropped on the floor after everything was done, my heart felt so heavy as a tear escaped. I was scared. "are you okay?" I could finally hear and I nodded vigorously without looking at him. he crouched down beside me, "hyemi?"