Just Friends

August 2015

Ah I see. Alright then, I'm sorry. I failed to realize all these. You won't hear from me again.

Damn you Jeon, I took my time to type you one long message and that's all you replied? Unbelievable. But why do I still have a strong urge to hit him a reply?

No Taehyung, resist that feeling.

No. More. Texting. Jeon. Jungkook. Understand. Dear. Self.

Okay?

Okay.

I locked my phone and decided to carry on the rest of the day normally. Let me tell you a little about my job. Working as a student care teacher... Suck. Not only is it the most underpaid job in my country but also, we spend more time with the kids as they do with their own parents.

I'm not saying I totally abhor it. The kids are lovely, even though annoying as heck. But I always had a soft side for kids, one day I wish to have a few of my own. The teachers here are always giving me hell. Gossiping behind my back and whatnot. Yes I'm the youngest teacher here but how dare they say I ain't doing my job. Oh please. Don't only judge a book by its cover.

Work has ended and here I am sitting inside the train back home, once again thinking about that pabo. Should I hit a reply? Should i not? If I do, what should I say? If I don't, would he even bother texting me again? A line of endless questions continuously appear in my mind.

For the second time, I chose to ignore it.

After twenty minutes of a good fresh shower, I prepped a simple grilled cheese sandwich paired with fresh lemonade for dinner. Grilled cheese.. Never fail to cheer me up.

I stay under one roof with my mum and older brother in a three-room flat. My parents separated when I was 9 so ever since then, life wasn't easy but it was manageable. Despite living in a small house, we were happy. That's all that matters.

Mum was sitting at the living room couch, browsing through a dessert cookbook. We had a pretty tight relationship so I plopped down beside her, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Hey mum" i sighed.

"Hey dear, what's with that long sigh? Everything okay?" She closed her cookbook and diverted her attention to me.

"I don't know. I guess so" yet another sigh came out.

"Okay that's the second time. There's definitely something wrong"

"Yes mum you're right" I admitted, "Do you still remember Jeon Jungkook?"

"The boy you used to date?" I nodded as reply. "What about him, dear? I thought you two stopped contacting?"

"He texted me yesterday" I lifted my head up and made eye contact with my mum "After half a year, mum. Can you believe it?"

"Omo. After hurting you badly, what does that kid want from you now?"

"Nothing. He just felt like talking" I emphasized on the word felt, rolling my eyes sarcastically.

"So let me guess, you still have feelings for him, don't you?" I had my head down, arms folded. Refusing to answer.