Full Moon

Chapter 40: "I forgive you, Mr. Bench"

Jungkook's POV

"Where'd you get those?" I asked Jimin while staring intently at the glass bowl full of seashells. It got my attention after I admired the grid full of polaroid photos of all of us on the night of midnight camp.

Jimin swiveled around from his chair and glanced at me lying on the bed before looking at the seashells.

"Oh, those? I almost forgot about that, it's been a month. I got those from when you took me to the beach. I was bored so I collected them." He said before taking one and examining it. "Why'd you ask by the way?" I shrugged my shoulders and recalled buying fairy lights.

"Are you gonna use those?" I asked, an idea forming in my head.

"Why?"

"Just yes or no? Are you gonna use them?" Because I'm gonna gift them to someone.

". . .no?" He said unsurely. Well, if he's not gonna use them, then I will. I stood up and took the bowl from him.

"Okay then, they're mine." I laughed and went out of his room.

"Hey! I didn't say you could have them!" He shouted. I went to my room and locked the door. Hehe! I just thought of a good idea to do with this!

The cafe closed an hour ago and all of us were tired as hell since there were a lot more customers than the last time. I bet it's because of Jimin's new recipes and that's why people flooded the cafe to try it out. I'm so proud of my kitten! Even Issy helped us.

I washed the shells first and wiped them dry and clean before pouring them all out on my bed. The shells are an assortment of kinds, shapes, and sizes. I took out the fairy lights I bought last time and a mini hand drill that looks like a pen.

In the midst of executing my plan, I suddenly felt blue when I remembered how she avoided me the whole time. She's been avoiding me since Jimin and I came back and I totally understand why. She's just a child and I traumatized her. But I'm not just going to give up. I tried to make small talk with her and have fun, but sometimes I would see her get more uncomfortable so I would stop and just keep quiet beside her.

She'd laugh and play with all the members and I'd feel like I'm a wind to her. I know she's not treating me like that on purpose, she's just uncomfortable with me and she'd always stay quiet when I'm beside her. Whenever Jimin and I would walk her to the playground, she'd always hold Jimin's hand and Jimin would hold mine instead so I wouldn't feel left out. I do love Jimin's touch and when he intertwined his fingers with mine, but. . . I just miss Issy and I hope to hold her hand too.

I miss those times when it would be just the two of us on that bench where we first met. She'd wait for me and I'd wait for her. We only know each other and she was the only person I cared about the most when I haven't met Jimin and the others yet.

She used to call me Mr. Bench. . . I miss hearing that funny nickname.

Then there was a time when I woke up earlier than the others and cooked breakfast. Ayla woke up next and saw me preparing the table. The others woke up and we began eating. Then Issy smiled brightly while her eyes sparkled, everyone could tell she loved the food I made.

"The food ish yummy! Who made thish, unnie?" she asked.

Then Ayla being Ayla, smirked, "That yummy food you're eating right now. Jungk—" and before she could finish saying my name, I kicked her feet under the table, making her shut up and wince.

"I saw Ayla making breakfast this morning. She made that especially for you." I covered. Of course, that was a lie. I didn't need her to know it was me who cooked it since I know how she is towards me. She might just lose her appetite. I glared at Ayla and the others only snickered. Jimin held my hand, giving a light press to it to at least ease the pain I was feeling.