sometimes i wonder

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Myun Hee. She was whatever I thought I'd never have. A dream, we were whatever I never thought I'd see in me. Crazy. Funny love. And only I was to blame.

"Hey." Jungkook was holding his tray. I snapped out of my ponder. "Yes?"  He smiled widely. "Hyung, can I sit with you?" he asked. It was quite concerning, Jungkook was too cool to sit with me. But then again, he didn't have popular friends like mine. But at least his friends weren't in jail. I nodded frankly. He squeezed in next to me like a kitten. His hair smelled nice. "So, I heard the leader group is in custody." he said, making me worried. I nodded again. "Yes..so?" Jungkook smiled wider. "I wanna help you." he said. I frowned at his statement. Why? "What? NO!" I shook my head. I wanted to slap him hard. Why was he acting so interested in my life so suddenly? He held onto my hand aggressively, I was so surprised by his strength. He weighed me down. "What?" I sounded so angry. "Why can't I help?" he asked, sleepy eyed. "Because you're nothing to me. Now stop getting involved into my life." I shooed him away. But he stood up. I froze. 

"Jin. SeokJin. He's like a brother to me." he said sternly. I was all ears."He..watched over me when my mother left me. That's why.." "You want to help." I answered him. I could sense his face turn weary, tired. I knew he was hurting, and this meant alot to him. Jungkook bit his lip. He held back his emotions. "Tell me everything.I'll do anything to save them." he told me.

"WHAT?" Jimin broke a sweat as we ran on our treadmills, panting. He looked hot whenever he sweats, it made the girls scream. Used to at least. "Yeah, Jin has made a big impact on everyone, including me." I turned my speed a bit slower, so I walked. Jimin thought hard. "Maybe he's the murderer." he finally said. My eyes grew wide. "What made you say that?" Jimin said in short breaths. I didn't know. It's just suspicious. He is. "I dunno." I answered. Jimin continued running on full speed, sweating furiously. "Maybe he is." he agreed. I saw him pull over, collapsing onto the ground after. "ARE YOU OKAY?" I yelled. He stood up slowly. "Maybe he..is." he said, then fell back.

"Jungkook is never the type to go to you and confess, trust me." Jimin said. "Really?" we took our towels and wiped ourselves. Gosh, I hated whenever I sweat too much. "He used to be my kindergarten friend bro." Jimin acted like I'm a dummy. "Oh."

"Why would he be so needy suddenly?" Jimin asked. I shrugged. "Dunno. But he's cute." the words flew out my mouth fluently. Jimin paused. He took a glance at me, grinning. "Wonder who's questioning his sexuality right now.." he laughed. I pushed him, not letting my smile appear. But it did. Okay, so maybe I was in love with what I guessed a murderer, so what? Jimin hugged me closely. "That's so cute of you," he said.

We continued out of school with the heavy books in our hands. I was balancing a pencil up my nose when a girl accidentally nudged me. Myun Hee? I weaved around to take a look, but it wasn't her. Instead, it was another fan. "Hey," she said. I pulled my hands together in a fist. "Hi." I said. Jimin was pulling on my collar to head on. Then I remembered the task, the boys in jail, the murderer. "I'm sorry." I said hurriedly and ran away.

I was afraid I might lose my mind. Crazy enough, I was hallucinating. Everywhere I went reminded me of her, I heard her calling me, whispering nice words to soothe my soul. But they were all fake, vanished by the time I turned around.

Jimin took a big slurp on his green tea. Then he gave me a thumbs up. "Nice stuff." he laughed. Right then, Ma came in with more tea in a pot. She gave Jimin a respectful smile and Jimin asked her how she was doing. I wouldn't say I hated Jimin at times, but I did. He was like the better son of Ma that she never had. A better son, better than I ever was. "Doing well, Jiminie. Oh! You've lost weight!" she smiled widely, covering her mouth when she giggled to herself. I hated that, too. So I moved on to my textbook, flipping to a random page to distract him. "Um, Tae..that was taught a month ago."Jimin said, pissing me off. Ma laughed even more. now that was just bullying, I thought to myself. I silently turned the pages to the right page, rolling my eyes. Once Ma left, I nudged him hard. Jimin protected himself from me, groaning. "WHAT WAS THAT FOr?" I was kinda a saddist, I admit. But that was just me. "Hey, after all these years. I never realised that you never invited me to your house." I said. Jimin appeared a bit angry then. He tapped his pen on his book. "There's nothing fun at home. My life is lame I told you." he answered. I never dug up on his past, neither did he. He didn't know about my Dad leaving a long time ago. I just told him he was away on an overseas trip.