See You Again: MBHEA Book II

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*rosekook audio imagine^^* it will be used in this chapter because it surprisingly fits with the plot <3

EVERYTHING was still foggy in my mind, my body aching from a terrible hangover. My room seemed to be much cleaner than I had left it the night before. I pressed a hand against my head that was still throbbing and sat up.

A ping rang sharply in the silence and I glanced at my phone to see a message from Minhyuk. I quickly read it but was too lazy to think about it nor reply.

My eyes scanned swiftly through the room and I noticed the soju bottles I drank last night were gone. The image of Chaeyoung popped into my mind without a second thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to feel like crying anymore.

It felt only like days ago when Chaeyoung's hands were only mine to hold, when her lips were only mine to kiss.

Laying back down, I curled up into a ball, cursing at myself.

Why can't I just forget about her? Why is it so hard for me to move on?

"What's the point of trying to save love that is no longer there?" I heard myself whisper. Clenching my fist, I started punching my pillows, heart too wild to stop.

"Why do you have to love her too? Why can't I hate you?" I screamed. Because I knew you suffered just as much as I did for Chaeyoung. Because I know you would sacrifice just as much for Chaeyoung as I will.

Park Jimin, maybe it's time for me to give up. Maybe it's time to for me to admit that you've won.

I forced myself to sleep, for a moment of escape.

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There was the soft click of the door closing and my eyes fluttered open. It was awfully dark in my room, so I assumed it was already evening.

"Jungkook? How are you feeling?"

I froze, completely awaken now. Even though Chaeyoung is the only possible person to be in my room, I still couldn't register it until I heard the solid voice.

"Why are you here?" I snapped, sitting up. She visibly winced and I wanted to punch myself. Haven't I hurt her enough?

Chaeyoung turned on the lights and I saw she held a bowl in her hands. She hesitantly walked over to me and placed it on the nightstand next to my bed. Her lips formed into a slight smile. "I made some hangover soup for you, since you drank way too much yesterday."

"Since when did you know how to cook? I thought I was the chef," I said. Chaeyoung's smile widened.

"You are. But I wanted to make something for you so you can feel better. Hangovers aren't the best thing you'd ask for," she said softly. She walked over to the window and drew back the curtains. Streams of warm light poured into the room, making me temporarily blind for a few seconds.

It was only late afternoon.

"Hara just told me earlier that Minhyuk invited her to a summer carnival with his friends and I thought you should go as well," Chaeyoung suggested.

"Oh, the summer carnival?" I said, dubious.

"It's more like a fair, with rides and stuff. You shouldn't be staying home like this and I wanted you to go have fun with friends."