Chapter 8
~Pessimistic~
On Wednesday (the next day) I went out for a walk in the park.
On Thursday I went out for a shopping spree.
Damn, Korea has such good fashion, good beauty products, and everything for quite a cheap price.
I grunt as I walk towards my apartment holding 3 heavy bags in my hands.
"Mind if I help you carry them?" Someone says and I'm surprised to see Jungwon again.
Why do I keep bumping into him??
"It's okay, thank you," I say but my arms betray me when I put the bags down for a break a moment later.
In the end, he helps me carry the bags to my door.
"Thank you," I say.
"You're welcome. Oh and Y/n," he says before I can quickly close the door.
"Hmm?" I open it wide again.
"My friend is throwing a party and he said that it would be cool if I bring at least one person with me. You must know his mansion is huge and when he throws a party he means it..."
"I-" Before I can say no, he interrupts me.
"They have a huge library, like really huge. My friend barely reads so I bet he'd let you take 3 or 4 books"
My eyes widen and I open my mouth to say yes, when my brain finally works and I come to think thoroughly before speaking.
"Aren't they in Korean? My Korean is bad I don't know if you could even say I master the language."
He chuckles, revealing those dimples again.
His smile is gorgeous, I think. I blink a couple of times, snapping back into reality. His mouth was moving, yet I didn't catch any of the words he was saying.
"What did you say? Sorry, I- I was lost in thoughts" I chuckle in embarrassment.
"It's okay. It's fine, really" he reassures me, "I said that he's half-American and speaks better English than Korean, so he owns more books in that language"
"Oh okay..then..I'll think about it"
"Alright. The party is tomorrow at 7 PM. I'd pick you up. Just text me if you made a decision" he smiles and nods to himself before wishing me a good day.
I close the door and sigh.
Oh well.
**
"Yunah?"
"Hmm? How is it going in Busan?"
"Don't freak out but.."
"You've met someone, haven't you?"
"How-"
"I have known you since 5th grade which adds up to 10 years so...
Anyways what about the guy?"
"He's invited me to a party"
"OH MY GOD. How does he look"
"Actually...I don't have a photo of him. Oh wait I have."
*sends picture at the arcade with Jin*
"Is it the right one"
"Yeah, how'd you know?!"
"The way he looked at you clearly gives it away, gurl. Go to the party with him AND KISS HIM THERE"
"No, what the hell Yunah! I don't want a boyfriend"
"Just because your first relationship ended badly doesn't mean this one has to... Besides it won't hurt if it does"
"Yes it will"
"Come on. You and Jungkook broke up 6 months ago. Aren't you over him already?"
"I am. The last I thought about him was, what? 4 months ago?"
I lied. I don't want my friends to worry or pester them with my negative thoughts that once unwrapped right before them surely will look pathetic.
Truth is, I thought about him even here in Busan. How I entered his room seeing him kiss another woman while his hands roam over her body greedily, seeing him look at another woman with loving eyes.
Was I not enough? Why did he have to fool me like that, to make me vulnerable like that? I don't want that to ever happen again.
Being so vulnerable. So gullible. So trusting and innocent not knowing that he fucks with someone else behind my back, maybe even moaning another name while I'm deep in slumber unbeknownst to it.
"See. So be happy." Yunah's voice pulls me out of the old memories of his cheating that I just found myself reminiscing in.
"Something just doesn't feel right. It's giving I -don't-know-if-right- person but wrong timing" I jokingly say.
"Gosh, you're so pessimistic"
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