The Messenger || Jungkook

Part 5 : No more.

I was awaken by my phone buzzing. I rolled over and picked my phone off the night stand.

Nari: you don't need to come into work today. I can't make it so the shop will be closed.

Oh good. A free day.

I rolled back over and fell back to sleep. But I was woken by another noise. This time, someone banging on the door.

I rolled out of bed, making sure not to squish Otis. I groggily walked to the door.

"Wwwwhhhhhaaaatttt?" I asked. I opened my eyes and saw a crying Mi.

"Oh, what's wrong Mi?" I asked worried.

"Why would you do this?" Mi asked angrily. It took me by surprise.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Why would you hang out with them and not tell me when I'm your best friend?" I would've said the scene was funny if I wasn't the one being yelled at. I was standing, half asleep, still in my pajamas. Sarah was crying. And we both stood in the doorway.

"Who did I hang out with?" I asked trying to understand the situation.

She grabbed her phone and pulled up a picture. "Them!" She turned the phone to me and it showed a picture of me. A picture of me running while holding hands with Jungkook. We were both smiling.

"I met them at the coffee shop. And he was the one I switched phones with. What's wrong with hanging out with some new friends?" I asked confused.

"How do you not get it? Your friends are a super famous Kpop band. They're a band that I love. They're BTS!" Tears continued to stream down her face. Faces and names started to click in my head. Saying that they worked in the music industry. Their busy schedules. The masks.

Speechless at my stupidity, I stood there, feeling terribly sorry for Mi. She just stood there as tears silently fell from her eyes. Even when crying, she was beautiful. Mi had a charming personality and unignorable looks. Her big brown eye could captivate you in many ways. And now, they were sharing her pain. The pain that I had caused her. The pain that I couldn't take away. And that hurt me just as much.

"Mi." I reached a hand out to comfort her but she slapped my hand away.

"No!" My hand fell back to my side stinging where it had been hit. "No." She couldn't look at me. Another tear fell and she turned away, leaving me confused and broken. I felt like running after her but I knew she'd just push me away again.

Moving slowly as if quick movements would tear me, I closed the door and leaned my back against it. Silently I slid to the floor as tears fell from my eyes. It felt like my heart had broken.

"Meow"

Otis walked over and rubbed his head against mine. His purring and stroking  didn't comfort me. I spent at least an hour sitting on that floor crying before I realized I had things to do today. I couldn't spend all day inside.

I lazily got changed and grabbed my purse, not caring that I looked like I had just been crying. I walked  down the steps and onto the streets. I looked down as I walked only looking to look for cars before crossing the road.

When I got to the grocery store, people buzzed around. I felt like my life had been paused but everyone's was still going. I was disconnected. Why?