habit - p.jm

chapter 5

Jeon Hyemi's pov

I opened the door to my apartment.

"Kookie I'm home~" I said as I entered my apartment and closed the door. I went to the living room and saw jungkook sleeping peacefully on the couch still wearing​ his school uniform.

"Aish, this kid"I mumbled. I went to take a blanket and draped it over his body so he wouldn't feel cold. I sighed in satisfaction and went to my room.

I sat down at on my bed when the urge to hurt myself invaded my mind. I tried very hard to resist the feeling, but it just kept haunting me of how good it feels.

I absent-mindedly went to the bathroom and took the pocket knife that I hid in the cabinet. I pressed the sharp blade on my skin and the feeling of ecstacy kicks in. Why does it feels so good?

Shit, I forgot to shower first. Well, I think I just have to endure the pain while showering.

I took a shower and wore my pj's. A long-sleeved one. I can't risk Jungkook to know.

I plopped my self on the bed, engulfed into the matress. What a day. Today's incident popped in my mind. I frowned at the though of it.

/flashback/

We entered the cafe and some heads were turned towards us.
We walked to the counter. As we passed by some tables, I heard giggles from a table nearby. All I heard was,

"That oppa is so handsome!"

"What a perfect boyfriend material."

"What's that bitach doing with him?"

I just ignored the comments and continued to walk towards the counter.

"What do you want Hyemi?" Jimin asked me, eyes on the menu.

"Caramel macchiato is fine" I said bluntly.

He looked at me and smiled. I used to miss that smile. That's why I fell in love with him in the first time. Well, now there's nothing between us.

I tried to smile back and it appeared as frown. Maybe I'm born with furrowed eyebrows. Meh.

"Yes, how can I help you?" The waitress asked kindly. No, it's like 'asking flirtingly'. I saw the how the waitress batted her eyelashes and biting her lips.

"Hm. I want one iced latte, a cup of caramel macchiato and-" he paused and look at me.

"Don't you want any cakes?" he asked. I shrugged. "Suit yourself" I replied.

He looked back at the waitress "and a slice of strawberry cheesecake, please."

The waitress just nodded but I saw the disappointed look on her face, since she was flirting with him. But Jimin gave no attention what so ever.

Cause he was busy looking at me like I'm a ghost.

We went to sit at the far corner of the cafe.

We sat there facing each other. It was so awkward. We just sat there, avoiding making eye contact.

He cleared his throat. I looked at him.

"How are you? I mean- after all this years?" He asked.

"I'm fine" I chuckled nervously.
I am obviously not ready for him to  know. Like, duh.

He nodded at my answer. "By the way, why are you here? What I mean is, in Busan? I thought you moved to Seoul?" He said. No offence though" he chuckled.