1.0 | Whisper Sweet Nothing | k.th✓

04:10

"Thanks again for coming, Jimin." I opened the door.

"That's what friends do," he laughed and let himself in. "Where's Aunt Seul Ra?"

"My mom went out station and won't be back until this Saturday." I led him to the livingroom and quickly ran to the kitchen to make him some tea. After five minutes or so, I went back and set the tea on the table.

"Thanks."

"So." I sat down opposite of him and hugged the cushion. "Have you come up with an idea?"

"Look, Wonnie. Why did you even agree on doing this in the first place? You're basically stabbing yourself with a knife." He took a sip of his tea and gave me a weak smile. "Getting credits isn't worth hurting yourself, you know."

"I told myself that, too." I lowered my gaze and stiffened my body as I crushed the cushion. "I told myself that I'm doing this to get credits but honestly, I just want to help Taehyung be a better person in general." I lifted my chin and gave him my puppy eyes. "That's why I need my favorite neighbor a.k.a his bestfriend a.k.a my bestfriend, to help me."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his temples. "Fine."

"Really?" I threw my arms around his neck and grinned widely. "Thank you, Mochi!"

"Not again with the nickname," he groaned.

"You started it." I stuck my tongue out and continued to squeeze him. "But seriously, thank you!"

"But!" I released him and pursed my lips. "If he tries to hurt you in any way possible, I want you to forget about him and move on. Understand?"

Forget about him? Ten years of crushing and he expects me to just forget about him like that?

"Is that understood, Lee Chaewon?" I sighed and nodded. "Trust me, it's for the best." He patted my head and gave me a side hug.

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# S O T D

❝You just painted over my white paper
When I try to come to my senses
it’s already become a complete painting.❞

— HOLD ME TIGHT.