LOVE TRIANGLE / kth. vs. jjk. [SLOW! EDITING]

05 | TEARS

TEARS.

my eyes that still felt heavy, were slowly adjusting to the bright light. once i could open them fully, i looked around and realized that i fell asleep in the dance practice room. as i was trying to stand up, i noticed something on me. there was a jacket neatly put around me. i stood up and saw someone facing his back to me, wanting to leave the room. it was jungkook. i wouldn't mistake him for anyone else. his hand reached for the door handle, but before he could get a grip on it, i stood up and cleared my throat.

"jungkook, what are you doing here?" i questioned him, but he didn't answer. his back was still facing me. it was as if he was stoned, rooted to the round. he brung his arm to his face and wiped something away. then he turned to me, his head hung low.

"oh, you were awake? i didn't even notice," jungkook laughed, but it sounded more than fake to me. you always know when your best friend is lying and i'm not an exception. "it's your jacket, isn't it? thanks." i handed him his jacket and he quickly took it. "you shouldn't sleep on the floor the next time. you'll catch a cold," he said with a serious and at the same time worried tone. "yeah, yeah," i replied to his lecturing.

"jungkook?" "yeah?" i hesitated. "could you lift your head, please?" he flinched when i asked that. he bit his lower lip and shook his head. i bended down a little bit, only to see his red, puffy eyes looking at the ground. "were you crying?" i asked, although i already knew the answer. of course he was, but the stubborn person he is, he shook his head in denial. he opened his mouth to say something, but i interrupted him by wrapping my arms around his shoulders, giving him a warm hug he probably needed. "liar," i whispered.

although i really wanted to know what happened to him, i didn't ask. i couldn't.

he rested his head on my right shoulder and soon after that, i felt something wet and my shirt slowly got soaked with tears. i hugged him tighter, wanting to tell him it's okay, that i was there for him, but i couldn't say anything. to be honest, i was surprised. jungkook wasn't the guy to cry. i think i've never even seen him cry before, but now, now he seemed so fragile.

jungkook quieted down after a few minutes. he tried to contain his sobs and wiped his tears away. "i'm sorry... your shirt," he apologized, but i assured him it was okay. it was just a shirt anyways. "uhm, i habe dance practice now," he told me. "thank you, seoyeon... for... comforting me," was the last thing he said before he dashed out of the room- without saying "see you later" or "see ya" like he usually does.

i wonder what happened...

i sighed and took my bag. i exited the room and was shocked to see jiyoon standing there and she too, wore a shocked face, but not because she got scared, but because of something else i didn't know. i chuckled. "hey, what's wrong? you look like you've seen a ghost or something," i joked. "y-you and jungkook... you two are a thing now?" she asked, making my mouth clap open. "jiyoon, what are you talking about? jungkook and me?" i laughed. "never."

i took a look at the clock hanging on the wall, realizing that my language lessons have already started. "sorry, jiyoon, gotta go!" i told her. "but seoyeon! what about the ki-" "tell me what you want later, language lessons are waiting for me!" with that, i ran off.

i rushed to the room where my lesson was supposed to be and my teacher, mrs. hwang was already there. fortunately, i wasn'g that late and mrs. hwang was not that strict about it. she just told me to try to come earlier and immediately started the lessons.

she gave me a sheet with difficult words to pronounce. i had to say these words out loud and clear. everytime, when there was a sound i had to emphasize, she hit my stomach with a ball, so the sound would come out clearer. of course it was painful and all, but i pretty much got used to it, i guess.

after a few more painful hits, a bit of lecturing and reading, the lesson was done and i could finally go home. i went to search for jungkook, but mr. son told me he already left. "weird," i said to myself. "he never leaves without me." it probably was because he cried earlier that day. maybe he was embarrassed that he cried like that in front of me or maybe he just had to go home quickly.

i opened my messages, but none of these were from jungkook. he didn't even bother to tell me he'd go ahead. at that point, i was kind of mad, but i'll let it slide because he seemed so vulnerable today.

i swung my bag behind my shoulder and started walking home. i was lucky it was summer and not dark outside since i'm a bit scared of the dark.

suddenly, my phone went off and i squeaked in surprise. my father was calling, so i quickly accepted the call. "hello?" he greeted me back enthusiastically. "how are you?" he asked and i told him about what was going on lately. i also mentioned the new group bangtan that will debut soon under my company.

we chatted for a while and he told me a bit about what was going on there in the states and apparently, he's doing fine there.

"oh, day, i'll hang up, i'm home now," i spoke in my phone and he asked me to greet my mom for him. i then ended the call and pit my phone back in my bag. i grabbed my keys and opened the door.

"mom! i'm home!"