My Boy [under editing]

Ch. 22

STUPID

❝Tell me that you love me,
the way you used to love me.❞

—james smith.

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jungkook

I had been staring on her room door. I was wondering. "why does it feel so wrong?" I asked myself, looking at her scrolling her phone with a smile. I was happy that her face could still glow no matter how much in pain she was.

it felt weird though, to be there. I felt like I shouldn't be there as if I was having a dirty love behind everyone, behind hyemi— probably that was why taehyung got mad at me, because it looked like I was cheating.

I took out my phone and dialled for chohee. as soon she answered her phone, I told that I couldn't come that night. "I have something important to do," I told her and right there, I saw her smile faded.

I returned back home with a mixed feeling, I felt guilty for leaving her all alone and I felt heavy for walking back home and at the same time I was grateful that I finally have a time for myself and I wanted to spend it with my girlfriend.

after repeating taehyung's words in my head, I realised how distant I was with her. as if she wasn't my girlfriend at all. "ah," I remembered the date that I ruined, "I should take her out." I smiled by myself as I thought of a dating plan that I should do with her.

"I should be grateful to have her—"

"HAHAHAHA stop it!" I stopped on track when I heard that familiar voice and laughter, "oh come on, I'm not that pretty." I looked around for that voice until I saw two figures, walking side by side like a lovely couple at the far.

they were walking on their way to the apartment. "well, I'm not saying you're the prettiest in the world, but of course, my eyes couldn't stop looking at you," I furrowed my brows after hearing his words—did he just said that in front of someone's girlfriend.

"thank you." I was surprised to hear her accepting his ridiculous compliment. "and thank you for walking me home again." she flashed her cheerful smile as she stood near to the apartment.

she lifted her hand as she gave him a wave, "no worries. this is the least I could do," he laughed a little before he waved her back, "see you tomorrow." I entered our apartment after a couple of minutes he left.

as soon I stepped inside, hyemi was talking with the boys in the kitchen. "did you walk back with chanyeol?" they asked her which I assumed it was the boy earlier. she nodded her head with a hum.

"who?"

they all turned their heads to me in horror, as if I was some serial killer that was wanted in the news. "jungkook—" the atmosphere changed as it became so tensed like they were hiding something from me. "it's so rare to see you home at this hour—"

"who's chanyeol? hyemi?"

they exchanged looks before they brought their attention back to me, "he's just my friend. nothing more than that—" I approached her to grab her wrist and dragged her inside my room, "what is wrong with you?"

"tell me, who is that guy earlier you walked with?"

"he was chanyeol."

"why was he walking with you in this hour?! how can he possibly be just a friend when he complimented you as if you're an angel in his life."