여덟
EIGHT
SEOKJIN ;
" n-namjoon ? " i patted on his shouder , getting his attention. " what ? " he answered in a soft voice , much weaker than normal. his sobs slowly faltered , pulling me into a hug.
" i'm sorry seokjin. " he started bursting into tears again , gripping me tighter. " sorry for what ? " i asked , still shocked from his sudden moves.
" well , i hav- had a best friend when i was little , and he doesn't remember me anymore , and now he's back. " he choked on his words.
" but why are you sorry ? you haven't done anything wrong to me. " i was still confused by his apology. " t-that best friend...was y-you. " i let out a gasp and let go of him.
" it's not really a good place to talk about this. let's go to my hotel room , okay ? " he nodded and followed me. we settled down onto my bed , " listen namjoon , there's something i have to tell you. "
