sunday
6:11 am
i woke up from the noisy doorbell
that was coming from outside.
i groaned but decided to open it
since the noise wouldn't stop.
yoongi was in front of my door.
"sungja!" he exclaimed,
which made my heart feel warm.
"yoongi," i whispered
as i hugged him.
tears began to stream down my face.
"you want to go to church with me?"
he smiled warmly.
"yeah, just like the old times,"
i cried happily as i managed to wipe away the tears.
"just like the old times,"
he repeated.
yoongi walked around the house
while i was making breakfast.
"sungja?"
yoongi called.
"yes?"
i called back.
"do you have a child?"
he questioned, which made me stiffen.
shit.
"um — um — yoongi,"
i ran to him,
he was already standing in front of sungtae's crib.
"sungja?"
he said sternly.
"okay! fine! yes, i have!"
i gnarled.
"are you mad?"
"yes, i'm fucking angry!
i'm mad not because you have a baby—
i'm mad because you didn't tell me!
i thought we're best friends?"
he frowned.
"yes, we are best friends.
but i couldn't tell you easily, yoongi.
it's because the father is one of
your closest friends,"
i sighed.
"and i just... i just couldn't."
"tell me who the father is,"
he told me.
"promise you won't tell?"
"i promise you," he told me.
"okay, fine. it's taehyung, all right?"
my voice cracked as i cried.
"it's taehyung,
but he doesn't know yet.
he doesn't even bother to text or call me.
i don't want to bother him anymore
because he's having a fucking successful career!"
yoongi hugged me as i continued to cry.
i badly needed a hug.
a real hug.
