Chapter 55 - Wanted ◆

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"We're going home now," Yoongi said to inform the boys before leaving.

Taehyung looked up from being sat for hours when he heard him, his hands still playing with the grasses on the ground.

"Noona where are you staying tonight?" He directed his question to me so I answered undoubtedly. "To Yoongi's, just tell our parents to not worry about me." I went to him and gave him a small kiss on the forehead.

He smiled. "You go ahead, we'll follow soon." He gestured for us to get going. It's already eight in the evening when I checked the time, we've been staying at Jungkook's grave for hours now. Jin went ahead together with Hoseok while Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung were left to stay with us. It's so disappointing to see them incomplete... forever. But the mere fact that we can't do anything to bring the past back, exactly bring him back, is more disappointing than the first one being given.

I felt a slight tap on my shoulders, it woke me up from the thought. I turned around and saw Yoongi giving me a small smile, nodding his head, I took it as a sign to go. With one last farewell sent to each of them, I finally took my first heart-wrenching step away from Jungkook.

"Are you still not feeling well?" Yoongi asked, giving me a small rub at the back of my waist.

"I'm okay. It will just go away, I guess." Reaching the car, he opened the door for me before going around to open his. As we both settled, Yoongi held my hand and brought it a breath away from his lips and kissed it. "It hurts me too, still, it's hard I know but let it pass on his own, don't force yourself." I nodded my head to acknowledge his advice. "I hope the guys get over it too, especially Jimin. I've been looking at him all the time and I can't see anything in his face but tears. That guy used to laugh, smile, or whatever there is he does on his face that would tell the people around him he's happy. However, today wasn't lucky. He only has that one expression and it felt like it's not going to change for a while. Will he still be able to smile like he did when there's Jungkook?" I looked at Yoongi when I asked. I felt so worried and emotional that I didn't stop myself from pouring out those sensitive words.

It was a moment of silence for the both of us. When I realized what I just asked, I pulled my gaze away from him and looked down. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." I bit my lip in attempts of swallowing my own shame. I've never been helpful to the people around me, all I did was to make the situation even worse by making them tend to my emotions. I was so unfair, I think it's time to switch places.

"Baby, do you want to eat first?" I asked him, disregarding the first question I had thrown on him.

He nodded his head in response. "I'm hungry, good thing you asked, I could've forgotten we didn't get to eat since lunch, and it's bad for your health Babe, you haven't had any meal too." I was relieved to finally hear him speak without a hint of cynicism in his voice, I think it's better to continue the interaction this way until we get used to it and just low-key forgets.

"Then let's go to your favorite restaurant? The one where you brought me after watching a movie, do you still remember that?" I asked, smiling.

"Of course, the douche Yoongi was with you before, I remember he left you just to meet another girl." I laughed when I saw him shake his head. But I feel bad for Minju because he just called her 'another girl' when at that time, it was me who deserves to be called by that. "That Yoongi was you, I believe." I snapped jokingly at him. "Oh yeah. I'm really sorry about that-" Before he was going to recall and say sorry about it, I cut him.

"Don't say it, it's nothing." I held his hand that was lying onto the maneuver stick to assure him. He looked at me and gave me a smile. I looked through the window to help myself forget about the funeral today, my mood changed when I realized how alive outside was, the city lights were beautifully dancing in the expanse of the surrounding. How I wish today was that happy.

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