"Why do you make me feel this this way? You're not supposed to."
"Baby, I could make you feel even better."
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"Why do you want me to meet your friend?" You are already complaining, since you were taking a rest until your tiny and arrogant best friend woke you up with a call.
"I told you, you're always alone when I'm not there with you and I don't want you to feel lonely when I'm not around." He says. Why the sudden worry in his tone?
"I won't be feeling lonely if you'll continue to be with me Chim." You answer casually. He knows you're sincere, that's the problem.
"But you'll never be independent!" He whispers to himself, but you heard him.
"What are you even saying? I live alone, I study alone, I do everything alone and now you're telling me you're some sort of drug to me?" You can't believe he's telling you that. You thought he loved you, you're his best friend.
"I'm saying that, exactly. Listen...just meet someone else too. It won't be bad, plus he's a good guy and he will surely be a good friend too when I'll not be there."
"But..where are you going?" He hasn't told you anything, and you wonder whether it is because of his "drug effect" on you.
"I...I'm going to Busan for three weeks. My grandma isn't feeling well and my family kinda needs me there. I wanna be there. It's not like I won't come back in Seoul, but I still want not to worry about you too." You try to meet his escaping gaze. When you do, you find worry in his eyes. You sigh. You don't want to be a burden to him, so you nod.
"Why didn't you tell me before? You would have been there for you." You wanna hug him, but his eyes tell you he's too fragile for it now.
"Just promise me if something happens to you you'll call this friend of mine while I'm not here. It is enough. Please." Oh, your heart. Shakeu.
"Fine. What's his name, then?"
"His name is Jungkook. I bet you'll like him, he's more handsome and more clever than me" He smiles, but you know he really thinks this. He always underestimates himself, and he's so wrong for it.
"Oh come on, don't say that Chim! You're the most handsome man in the world you know that!" You tell him laughing. It's true what you're saying tho. At least, to your point of view.
Flashback
You're writing something on your diary. Ordinary things, such as daily thoughts and experiences. You're sit on a chair in your geography class since it's lunch time and you like writing when you're alone. Actually, you really like when there's no one around you. It feels...quiet. And you don't like those noisy kids. There's no way they're older than you, even if you began school one year later you can't believe it. But yeah, shit happens. People happen.
Suddenly you hear footsteps. You quickly close your diary, it has to be protected from everybody. They don't deserve to read anything.
There stands a little boy with plump lips watching you carefully. He has...food in his hands.
"Hi. Take it." He decides to speak. His cheeks blush and he can't directly look at you.
"Why are you giving it to me?" You ask surprised.
"You never eat lunch. You only eat snacks during the morning break and it is not healthy for your body." Who speaks in this way when they're only 7? You're 4, feeling mentally older than them, yet he speaks better than you. Who is he?
"Have you perhaps been stalking me these days?" You ask, not really angry. Just curiosity. He's kind, after all.
"N-no, of course not! I was just worried!" He quickly answers! Why is he so cute?
"Why are you worried? You don't even know me." That's the truth.
"I just...feel like it...just take it so I can leave." Why can't he look at your brown eyes? Have you got something strange in them or something?
"Mhh...fine. You were so kind and polite. Maybe, if you want to, we can eat here together tomorrow and talk. But not a lot, because I need to write something down."
"Really?" He asks surprised. His gaze is finally on you now. Why is he that surprised? You have feelings too and this boy seems to be okay. You deserve to have a friend after all.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." And for the first time today, you smile, to the not-anymore-cute stranger.
End of the flashback
You're in a bar with your best friend Jimin, waiting for that friend of his. What was his name again?
"So what's his name?" You ask to your best friend.
"Jungkook" He looks at you as if you were an alien. Just because your memory sucks doesn't mean you're a sort of a monster!
You nod and you look at the bar. It's situated in the center of Seoul, so all you can see outside was gas and cars, but the inside is quite nice. The walls are light yellow, which reminds you of a chilk, which again reminds you of ChimChim! The chairs and the counter and everything else are made with wood, which is strange, but it is really cute. It seems like you are in a western film.
When the door opens and reaveals a very hot man you can say you're a little bit shaken by the good-looking piece of meat who is walking towards you and your friend. He wears...woah, he basically only wears black. He greets Jimin then he speaks to you.
"Hi, I'm Jungkook. You can call me Kook, Kookie or anything you want to." He smiles. Help, he's so handsome. And Kookie? Like the ones you eat? Are you going already with the nicknames?
"Hi. I'm y/n. Call me whatever you like." You answer in shyly.
He looks at you. He doesn't know why, but he thought you were different. You have casual clothes, probably not a fan of fashion nor particular styles. Jimin spoke to him about you a lot, laughing a lot while telling stories about you two, but he wasn't kidding when he said you're beautiful just the natural way. You're not that type of girl who gets everyone's attention, but you have something. He just doesn't know what yet.
"Hey! Stop looking at each other and decide what to order please!" Jimin suddenly says. He's right tho, but...you're still staring.
Hi! I'm Martina and I'm italian, so I hope my english is not too bad to read. Please tell me what you think while reading my story, I really need to know whether you like it or not. Or tell me what I could do better. Your choice.
