Unbearable | Jeon Jungkook

eight

First Attempt

"Here." My eyes fell down on the yellow paper bag on her hands. "I'm heading to the practice room. Give this to Jungkook."

I stared down at her outstretched hand, my lips opening to release a deep sigh. "You don't have to do this, Eunhye. This will not work, believe me."

Her smile slowly faded. The slight glint of joy in her eyes was lit off in a second upon hearing my words. Her mouth was closed tightly; she didn't seem happy nor her face had any evidence of anger. She was expressionless for a moment.

I didn't speak. I will not speak. I'm sure she got my point—that I don't want to get involved anymore. I will gladly do this for her if Jungkook will not get mad, but based from his previous reaction, he'll be furious. I know it. He wouldn't care if I'm his friend and he would especially not care about his apology.

"Hyori," Eunhye sofly called my name. I cleared my throat silently. "I don't understand. All I'm asking for is your assistance. I'm doing this in order to fix my relationship with Jungkook and start anew. He probably hates me, and I am determined to change that. I want to make efforts. I think that will be able to patch up our misunderstanding."

Again, I sighed. I am torn. She's right, all she needs is my help. Based from what she said and from what I've heard from Jungkook, he wouldn't give her a chance to see him right now. He's still upset over everything, but that's understandable. And speaking of his reason, I suddenly remembered that I haven't told Eunhye about it yet.

"I just want you to give these to him. That will be enough." My cousin stretched her arm to reach my hand, placing the strap of the paper bag on my hand for me to carry. "I'm needed in club practice. I'll call you afterwards."

She was out of my sight quickly. I was left there, unable to speak. And then I realized, I really have no choice now.

I don't even know if I'm a martyr or I'm just stupid. It's frustrating how determined I can be just for my cousin to be happy. But I don't enjoy the pain, obviously. I don't enjoy hearing Jungkook's frustrated voice yelling at me for being such a nosy person. I'm not a masochist. From the beginning, however, I've always wanted them to fix their relationship. There will probably a tinge of pain and jealousy in my heart again, but it will fade... I can let him go for her. It will be okay.

I glanced down the paper bag, frowning. What now?

—

"We're here, Hyori-ah. Shall I wait for you?"

I smiled. "I'm heading to the book store nearby after. I'll just take a taxi."

"Okay, call if you need anything."

I stepped out of the car and stared at the tall building; running my gaze across the words 'Seiho' in the gates. Those big, golden letters were extremely eye-catching and has always left me speechless. In the background, I heard the car driving away and I quickly glanced at the paper bag in my hand. I brought my eyes back in front; a wave of nostalgia hits me as I reminisce the first time I came here.

Only a few students were outside, some probably had left already, I assume. Silently, I took fast-paced steps through the pathway, leading towards the main entrance. I pursed my lips quietly.

Like the time I came here, I was able to spot a security guard just sitting by the side of the entrance. I breathed out.

"Uh, good afternoon. I have something to give to... Jeon Jungkook. Third year student, Sir." I gave a small smile to the security guard, gesturing at the yellow paperbag in my hand.