the monster in my closet.

7 | i'm fine

i sit on my bed feeling lonely.

i dont usually feel lonely because ive never really had friends so i just got used to being alone and enjoyed it but now that im alone after being with jungkook for awhile, im feeling sick.

i lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling wondering what hes up to right now until the door of my room springs open, revealing an annoyed looking jungkook.

" yoomi. talk to me. " he says sternly into my face.

" oh. hi. " i say, trying to avoid eye contact.

" look at me, yoomi. now." he says.

" uh... hello. " i say, slowly adjusting my head to look into his eyes that are turning red. dang, this is scary.

" yoomi. i can't stand not talking to you. its been a whole week! lets just forget about chaeri! im not doing my job like im supposed to. " he says.

" well... i can't do this.. "

" we're friends again okay? please? is there anything that's bothering you thats making you act like this? " he says, changing the red eyes to a more sympathetic look. i readjust my face so that i can't look at his eyes.

" nothing's wrong. i'm fine. we're friends. yay. " i say, trying to act happy. my ring slowly goes back to a nice bright yellow. this ring sure can be easily tricked.

" well, dress into something casual. we're going out. i sent chaeri home so don't even try asking me if she's coming. " he says, then walks out of the room.

i don't wanna go out, but at the same time i don't want to see his eyes go red again. i changed into an oversized yellow sweatshirt and some black denim shorts.

i walk out to be blocked by jungkook who has a big teasing smile on his face.

" what the heck? get out of the way!! i need my... shoes!!! " i say, jumping out of his grip.

i get my beat up checkered vans then drag my feet over to jungkook.

" you know... i don't really wanna go ou-- "

" come on!! " he says, grabbing my arm then running to the park.

when he actually succeeded with dragging me to the park, i dragged myself over to the swing.

" you're not okay, are you? " he says, sitting in the swing next to me.

" i'm fine. really. " i say, kicking the sand on the ground.

i hate this awkward feeling...

" i'm gonna get ice cream. " he says, beginning to walk away.

" wait. can you explain some things? "

" sure. "

" why didnt you just tell her that i was your girlfriend? "

" because then she would target you and i dont want that for you and im supposed to protect you. "

" oh... "

" any more questions? "

" dont you think shes pretty? "

" i have high standards and only one person meets that standard. " he says.

" who? "

" you, of course! "

" funny. "

" im serious! is that the last question? "

" did you ever... actually consider... liking her? "