DEAR NAME | jjk.

CHAPTER THREE

My mind was pounding. 

I sat up, hand on my head as if that would tone done my migraine. I took a deep breath and looked around my apartment, letting out a sigh of relief that I didn't do anything destructive last night. Last night-- I was out to the club. On my own, as always. I could tell I was very, very drunk, as my hangover is worse than usual. 

However, work is something I don't want to leave out of my day. After all, I don't have anything to do but work. I don't have time to hang-out with my acquaintances, nor does someone ask me to actually hang out but Rin. Though, I'm sure I'd be seeing Rin in the cafe later. 

Like I said-- Rin has been courting me since high school. But I don't like him that way, and he knows this. I'm surprised he still has feelings for me after all these years. Even more when I think about how patient he has been with me considering all the times I've felt so misunderstood and pushed everyone out. 

I drank some water on the side, and started to get ready. Once I was done, I stared at myself in front of the mirror. I grabbed my phone from the counter and checked the time: 12:23PM. Shit! Shit, I'm late. Was I really that drunk? 

Cursing under my breath, I quickly brushed my brown wavy locks, before pocketing my phone and making my way outside. The thought of riding my motorbike crossed my mind, of course, but my headache was killing me. If I dare to ride it, I'll have to expect a 50/50 chance of crashing it. 

By this time, the train station would be busy. I didn't have time. So I decided to take the the bus instead. It probably was my day and not-- as my apartment was nearer to the bus station than the train. I quickened my pace, my mind concentrated to remember what happened last night. 

But I kept getting distracted. I kept wondering if Llumi is truly happy with that girl, even happier than he was with me. People would say keep saying he doesn't deserve me; and even if I understood that, it still hurt. I don't want to say it out loud. I don't want to keep thinking about him. I don't want to say that I still love him. 

At my thoughts, I gripped the strap of my backpack tighter. I dont want to open up to anybody. If I do, they'll think I'm weak. They're going to think that I hide my feelings because I'm a coward. But I'm not. At least, that's what I think. 

There weren't much people, which I was thankful for. Taking another breath to calm my thoughts, I sat down on the bench in front of the stop and went on my phone. I rarely take the bus, but I figure that one would come by in 5 minutes or so. No matter how impatient I was going to be, I had no choice but to wait. 

I wonder how Llumi's doing. I know it's not an appropriate thing to think about. Yes-- we broke up. He hates me, and believe me, I hate him too. It's his mistake. But as I said, my heart still feels the same, though it just aches even more.. 

I can't help but keep thinking about him. I don't want to love anymore. Why is it so painful? Why would you hurt someone you love? Why would you have such an intention? Similar thoughts kept flowing in my mind, until-- 

"Woah, Reyna?" that voice was already far too familiar for me to even think twice about who it was. Finally managing to shake off the thoughts in my head, I turned to Jungkook, who was walking over, waving. I returned it. When he sat beside me, he gave me another one of his bunny grins. 

"Reyna.. your shift doesn't start till 12:30, right?" he raised his voice a pitch higher in an attempt to imitate Selle's voice from the other day. "You're late." he pointed out, and I nodded, playfully rolling my eyes, "I am late." I eyed him, "How about you? Just going to the park, college boy?" 

"No, I'm going to perform!" he beamed. As if on cue, the bus had arrived. When we got on, I responded: "So you're a performer. Which stop are you gonna drop off?" I questioned, as we sat on first seat on the left of the bus. His smile remained, "First stop. Like yours.. right?"