Seokjin's POV
When I finally saw Nayoung's face, a sudden realisation hit me. It was her. That girl with the chocolates, who confessed to me.
I could remember as she had this distinct beauty mark on her left cheek. It was too recognisable.
"So, all this while she knows me..." I felt disheartened and slightly angry and sad the whole ride.
I complimented her half heartedly, pretending not to know. After the ride, I felt the need to run away so much.
"J-just go." She said. She read my mind. She knew I wanted to run away.
"No, I'll stay."
"I'm sure you remember, huh?" She got nearer and nearer.
"How you humiliated me you idiot. I wanted to have a fresh start thinking I could be friends with you. But, I guess not, the feelings I still had for you still exist. But the hateful words you pierced into my hearts still existed as well."
"If you aren't going, then I'll go. I guess this will be the last time we're talking?" She gave off a smile.
But that smile hurt me. As she turned, I could hear her sob. A tear dropped down my eye.
I didn't know my old self could come back and haunt me. Im sorry, Nayoung.
For everything.
