Trouble

Trips

I scrolled through the list of comments under the picture. I didn't feel like crying, but some of them pinched my heart more than I liked. I felt like the girl Eun Kook always made me feel like, the girl who was 'all that'. I couldn't explain why I was feeling this way; I hadn't ever been able to. 

"Are you okay?" Tae, a name I had somehow adapted myself to call him, asked me softly. He was being sincere for once. Dubu was rested near my leg, like always. 

"No," I said, closing my eyes. Block them out. Block them out. 

"What's wrong?" I heard Tae ask me again. What was wrong? Everyone had a right to their opinion. Idols were a big thing, and if my favorite idol started kissing someone, I would freak out too. It was human nature. I shouldn't take it to the heart. 

But how couldn't I? 

I put my phone down and looked at him. 

"I don't know...a lot of things," I say, pressing my palm into my eyes. 

"Well, sort them out quickly. You're quite boring like this. You didn't even scream at me when you saw that I ate your chocolate." He said. I slide my palms down, and glare at him. He presses the lock button on my phone, blackening everything out. 

"I didn't scream at you because I didn't know about the chocolate," I fold my hands across my chest and look at him suggestively. His face falls. 

"I think your dad is calling me," He says, cupping his ears, and scrunching his eyes. I roll my eyes as he scurries away. 

"What an idiot," I say with a small smile gracing my lips. 

-

"Hello?" I raise the phone to my ear as I look around the room nervously. They were going to kick me out of the library if I continued to raise my voice every time I was here. 

"Eun In..." I hear Suga say. I clear my throat, awkwardly waiting for him to continue. 

"I..are you free by any chance?" He asks, hurriedly. 

"Like, right now?" I ask, straightening in my chair, and putting the book I was holding onto the table. This was the first time in a couple of months that I had gotten a chance to read something that wasn't a textbook; I was making the most of it. 

"Yeah..." His voice trailed off. 

"Yeah, I am?" It came out more like a question than I had intended to. I heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the line. 

"Okay, you're coming to Daegu with me." 

The line is cut off after that sentence as if he was expecting a retaliation. I blinked and looked at the blank screen for a few minutes before realizing that  I had stopped breathing, and my heart had started pumping blood 5 times a second. 

-

I strode nervously near the entrance of the station. 

I shouldn't do this. 

But it was a weekend. What else was I planning to do? 

Look at my clothes. They're filthy rags. 

Black jeans and a white shirt aren't really 'filthy rags'. 

What if we have nothing to talk about? 

When has that ever happened? 

Before another thought could make itself into my brain I spotted a familiar tall figure walking towards me. I could tell it was Yoongi from the brown strands that poked out from under his white cap. He had on a black mask around his mouth, but his eyes still shone brightly. He was wearing a white tee shirt, black coat, and jeans. He had on those trendy Vans shoes that suited him better than any one I knew.