Sneak Peek:
"Hello?" He answered.
"Jungkook, look across the street," She said.
She watched him furrow his eyebrows and look at her shocked. She waved at him with the hand that had the box of paper hearts which caused his face to soften.
She quickly...
I looked outside the plane's window, watching the ground get closer and closer to me. It's been two years since I've left Chicago. Two years since the incident...two years since I've spoken to her. I hope she's doing alright. Her parents said that most of her memory has come back. I'm hoping she still remembers me and that we can continue a life-long friendship. Now that I'm more involved with BTS, there's no way we can have a life-long relationship that was similar to one we had before.
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The plane shakes as it hits the ground, making my body feel tingly. I quickly grab my things and speed walk out the plane, saying goodbye to the flight attendants and pilots. Taking out my phone, I call my mom and tell her that I have arrived safely. Her voice is filled with happiness and I can tell she was crying.
From a distance, I see my mother and father near the baggage pickup. My brother is also there since he's still visiting my parents from Seoul. I walk faster towards my family and am greeted by my mother's strong hug. Her arms wrap around my stomach.
"My goodness boy, you grew," She says while wiping her tears.
My dad hugs me too, giving me a smile that reaches his eyes.
"I'm happy you're back," He says looking at me one more time. "And it looks like you've been hitting the gym."
I bit my lip trying to keep myself from smiling.
"Yeah, what the h*ll happened? Puberty just crash-landed on you or something," My brother adds in before smacking me hard on my back.
I laugh at his outburst and shake my head. Honestly, I don't think I've grown at all and I look the same.
We get into my mom's gray 2016 Hyundai Tucson. On the way home, my family asks me a bunch of questions about BTS and Korea. I answer them all honestly and feel warmer inside to be with my family. We share laughs and I hear all the funny and exciting events that happened to them when I was gone making me miss them even more than I already did.
The car passes the bus stop I sat at, drove over the road I and Jasmine walked over and didn't miss the spot she got hit. The memories flow in my head, making me choke out a sob. It is all my fault. If only...just if only I told her I was moving, that would've never happened.
"Jungkook?"
"Hmm?" I answer quickly looking at the owner of the voice.
"You okay? You are crying," My brother says.
"Oh yeah. I'm fine," I respond. False, I'm not okay and I hope that Jasmine and I can start from where we left, before the accident, but anyone would know that will never happen. More tears stream down my face and I fake a laugh, trying to mask the pain.
"I'm not okay, Hyung," I choke out. "It's my fault she got hit. I saw the car speeding towards her and I just sat on the bench and watched the car hit her."
