Meaning: A Deep Meaning In Japanese
Elena's POV
"Elena...?" A familiar voice asked through the door.
My eyes darted to the door. I knew who it was. I couldn't decide whether to walk up to the door and open it or stay where I am and be quiet. I took deep breaths and silently pondered on, thinking about my next choice. Fortunately for him, I would let him in.
I walked to my door and turned the knob, letting a slight creak open for Jungkook to push out. I backed away, letting space for him to come in. Slowly, the door widened, and his face popped out to exposure.
"Hello," I said, keeping the most casual voice I could.
"Oh, uh, hi Elena. May I come in?" He asked.
"Yes," I replied.
I walked back to my current position of just staring out the window and grieving. My depression will not change for the better, at least for now. Jungkook silently walked to my bed and sat down, examining my room in amazement.
"What?" I questioned Jungkook, getting a little flustered why he was just looking around my room.
"Oh, sorry...just thought your room looked.....clean....," Jungkook said, his face was worried.
"Oh, okay. Thank you. Did Cheyenne tell you to...come?"
"Uh, no no!"
"Really?"
"Y-Yes, but....I, eh, wanted to come too."
I blinked, surprised at his concerned and serious tone. I couldn't tell which one he was trying to be, maybe he was confident in his words instead?
"I'm not worth it..," I said, making myself flustered.
"Really?" Jungkook questioned. He understood that?
"Huh?"
"You're lying to me now."
"Wha--?!"
"I see you."
How did he know? Does he really care that much...?
"Why are you here, Jungkook-ah?" I asked, now serious.
"...I'm sorry," He said sincerely, his voice drifting into a deep sadness in his voice.
I was about to reply when I noticed a longing and sadness in his eyes. They told me something.....something that I should probably realize before speaking my words to him. It made my chest feel tight for some reason. Why do I feel so....bad for him?
I didn't notice that somehow, we were hugging now. But, I didn't back away. Really....why did I feel so...safe?
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Hayran KurguFor Elena's graduation gift from high school, her sister has raised enough money to go to Japan. Now was the time. Elena has spent 5 years learning kanji, how to talk Japanese, and read Japanese. She is also able to invite anyone she wants, so she b...
