My Boy [under editing]

ch. 7

A BOY IN LOVE

❝if you lose a guy like me,
 you'll regret it.❞
—bts, boy in luv

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hyemi

"dear," I turned around when I heard my mum calling me out and when I went to the living room, the person I least wanted to see was there, standing next to my mum. "bobby's here, why don't you speak outside and have some tea?"

glad that I was wearing my usual comforting clothes; an oversized hoodie and my loosed short. "hyemi," he whispered, he stared into my eyes while I was drinking my tea as if nothing happened that night. "I'm sorry, I am really sorry —"

I recalled that incident on that night again, was it really his fault? why did I ignore his messages and calls when all he did was bringing me to the club and expected me to relieve my stress?

"no, I should be the one apologising. I'm sorry for ignoring you," I said finally after I put down my cup. "it's really fine, thank you for taking me to the club that other night, I realised that I wasn't alone."

his brows arched as he was confused of my words. I chortled with a hand cover my mouth —a basic way my mum taught me to be lady-like. "do you mind elaborate —?"

I smiled to him because I remembered being saved by jungkook and then he brought me to his apartment. I also remembered that we talked about the psycho girls at school for screaming their names.

"never mind. I also came here to tell you that I told my mum that I'm cancelling our marriage."

I raised both of my brows, "you did?" I asked in delight, "but uh, why?" I tried to control my excitement but I failed, "a-are you okay with that?" I asked.

he nodded his head, "I told her that my girlfriend is pregnant." the world stopped for a moment after he finished explaining, I parted my lips, finding words to speak but I failed because I was happy for him. "I told her that I don't want the company."

"that's great," I softly said and then I congratulated him. a couple more conversation, he left the house after he told my mum about the cancellation. I could see my mum in despair but she said she understood the situation.

"yes!" I did a high-five with monghee at the kitchen because at that time, at that very big moment, I was finally free. then the others maids and chefs gave mouthed fighting to me. at least there was one thing that made me happy.

I entered back my room and went back to my study table and continued my homework. I decided to distract myself with finishing all my homework even though the due date was far. I just couldn't stop over think about the kiss.

replying byul's messages were also making me down, my own assumptions were hurting my heart. I didn't even receive any texts from the boys — I felt it again. the same feeling that made me distanced myself from people. that feeling of not needed.

***

"you don't want to go to school?" monghee asked after she opened my curtains and let the sunlight entering my room. "come on, you need to study and work so I can be your favourite slave."

I laughed, "would you?" I asked which she just shrugged her shoulders and then she jumped on top of me. "ya, get off of me, you're heavy!" I tried pushing her but she hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek, "alright, I'm going!"