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— because guk dyed his hair to red and jimin's undercut.
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— i can see how hurt he is. he heard enough, i know. but i won't still believe him. i also had enough, from what happened downstairs, that's enough show for me.

but fuck. his hands fell from my cheeks. i shut my eyes close again. it feels so empty. it feels nothing, like what i always felt when i still dont know him. emptiness.

"h-hyung..." i opened my eyes when i heard him say that. he's not in front of me anymore. he is at the side of the bed, near the side table where the his speaker is.

sadness is evident to his voice. he looks lonely from this side. he looks so true. what did i do? ghad, jeon jeongguk. no days or weeks have passed yet but i'm starting to regret it.

"guk-ah, where are you? let's party!" i almost jump from the voice coming from the speaker. the music is already gone because of the call and his phone is connected to it.

"i'm..." he looks at me but those eyes are already cold and blank. "at jimin's." he looks away again, picking the speaker. "hyung, i can't find the off button of the speaker. it's too foreign." he said, finding the said button.

"oh, at your boyfriend's..." he stops flipping the speaker. i didn't say a thing but i was also shock from what i've heard. everyone thinks of us that way. tae, yoongi and now his hyung. they look and sound fine with it but i'm not. why?

"anyway, it's at the bottom, middle part. wait, were you crying? you sound one huh. did you fail one of your subjects?" i keep listening to them. i dont want to leave. i till want to watch him.

"you know that i dont fail, hyung." he said. still, his voice is sad and weak.

"yeah right. even if you're a bastard, you dont fail–" the voice was cut when jeongguk press the button at the bottom.

"it's just a mini speaker yet it is so hard to find that button." he left the speaker on the table and took his phone on his ear. now i felt nervous again 'cause his walking to me... well, near me. he stop on the other edge of the table i'm leaning. he get the papers that i saw a while ago, i forget to look at them. i just continue watching him.

"you also know that i dont study for exams, hobi-hyung." jeongguk said like he is done reminding him those facts. he slid the papers in a folder and bring it back inside his bag and zippers it after.

"hmm... i'll be there. okay." the call ended. he put his phone on his pocket and wears his bag. "i'm going..." his voice was in cold monotone that gives me one painful stab in the chest. he walks pass in front of me and for the second time today, i stop him.

"guk..." my voice was almost gone. i dont know if he still heard it but he stopped. he looks down on his feet and bit his lower lip. i slowly remove my hand, wrapped around his wrist. but then he catch them and pulled me to him. it move to my nape and i felt his lips on my head. not too short and not too long.

he leaned his head on mine. his eyes are closed and i'm still shock. i waited for him to talk but he remove his hand and move away his head. he left me.

i form my hands into fists. tears start to fall down my cheeks again. emptiness embraces me again. i'm all alone. again.

"we'll work on that, sir. is there any other color you want to add?" i shake my head as answer. he nod to me and start to fix his things.

i stand up, "that would be all. thank you for coming." they all stand up and bowed and so i am to them. some leave the meeting hall and the others continue eating their lunch.

yoongi came to my side with papers on his hand. "no left schedule." he said and help me with my papers. i put the strap on my shoulder, hold my laptop in my hands and we exited the room.

"thanks." i sit on my chair as i open my computer. so many things to settle for today. i heave a sigh.

"no meeting tomorrow, mister park... the trip to Ilsan is already scheduled. that would be on wednesday, next week until friday." he said looking at the papers he's holding. "that's all." he look at me and i just nod to him. he left with a confused face. yeah, something's really off.

i massage my temple. he didn't come home last night. i stayed up late waiting for him but he didn't come. there's no jeongguk starting my day today. i came late but early enough for the lunch meeting.

"yah, park jimin." taehyung comes in and approaches me on my table. "yah. are you... really." he put his hand on his forehead when he saw my face. "are you okay? what the hell happened?!" i know he have loads of work today so i didn't mind telling him. i'm here for hours and he just came right now.

i cover my face with my hands. "what the fuc happened? tell me!" i mess my hair out of frustration and cursed things.

"he didn't say a thing..." i cried. "he didn't tell me to wait. he didn't tell me that he'll be back..." i felt his hug and i cried more.

"he didn't say anything but i waited, tae. i'm waiting..."

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" i stayed and you left. "