the one that got away ; jenyong

four

I couldn't stop thinking about the incident that happened earlier. To the point, I couldn't even pay a single attention to what Doyoung said. The drive is almost over, and we started to see a glimpse of my familiar neighborhood.

"How was that?" Doyoung suddenly speaks, pulling me back into the present moment.

"Jennie?" I flinched, finally running my eyes to Doyoung's face. I was greeted by the confusing look on his face. "I'm sorry," I said.

"Did something happen earlier? Did I say something that might have disappointed you?" Doyoung asked, just to make sure that nothing wrong is happening to me. I appreciate how considerate he is towards me.

I can't tell him the real thing. I just can't tell him I just happened to see my first love after years. How would it sound to the man that was pronounced my fiancee for months?

"It's nothing. By the way, you can just drop me off here. I can walk myself home." I said, trying to avoid him from asking another question. "Will that be okay for you?" he asked again. I just answered with a slight nod.

And I did, I walked out of the car and decided to just continue walking towards home. I chose this way so I can own some time to recap the moment I just had with Taeyong.

"How's the appointment going?" that was the first question I get as soon as I stepped into the house. I take a seat on the couch, settling myself. "Fine," I answered with a very short one.

Nothing has been circling inside my brain at the moment. I still couldn't get the thoughts of Taeyong out of my head. The meeting happened so shortly. I don't even know why I didn't get the chance to ask for his phone number.

Maybe it is best for him and me to not see each other again?

To think more, I am living my life the way it is now. I am near to opening a new chapter. To start leaving everything and accepting the past.

But there's a tiny part of me that wants to be in touch with Taeyong again. After trying my best to erase his whole existence for 7 years.

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15 years ago...

A bump after bump on my shoulder. I almost had my legs folded from the pressure of the crowd. I swear this will be my last time doing this.

"One red bean bun and we're out of here," I said under my breath. The new menu in the cafeteria was the most demanded one, and the school finally stepped up and listened to the student's demands.

And here we are now, fighting for our lives trying to get a reach of the red bean bun. I am still so far behind the front line.

"God, I am not doing this." I gave up and immediately pulled out from the crowd before anything happens to me. Jisoo looked at me with a face that is filled with frustration.

"Jennie, there will always be tomorrow," she said, giving me a reassuring word.

"I'll just go and get the drinks instead."

I quickly shoved my hand inside my right pocket, expecting to pull out my purse. Instead, my hand came out looking empty. I switched to the next pocket and found out it was also empty too.

And I began to panic.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't have my purse with me," I answered.

"Did you lose it in the crowd?" Jisoo asked again.

"I don't think so," I answered again.