Never Enough || KIM NAMJOON

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"So you're telling us that your brother want to open a dance studio here in Korea right after he came back yesterday?" Jimin asked, confirming the words I said to him and Taehyung earlier.

I just nod because my mouth is busy tearing my onigiri plastic wrap. Taehyung frustratedly took it from me and easily tearing them apart and giving it back after it free from the plastic shit to me with 'i'm so done' face.

I still don't get it why people easily unwrapping or tearing any wraps, it's something that not easy to do!

"I haven't meet your brother." Taehyung said and Jimin narrowing his eyes to him, "same goes to me."

Yeah, my brother living in America for 5 years and within that time he never visit Korea even once, it's because he don't want to miss us badly and ending up gave up in his study, we are so all overly attach to each other.

He is majoring in Dance arts and Performance and graduated last month. It was only my parents went to his school leaving me alone with Jungkook and it was a nightmare to remember. I will never let my parents leaving me alone with him again after this.

"You guys will meet him if you guys want to go to my house today for assignments."

They loudly sighing and giving me lifeless expressions. "You're so boring, Soo! You know how much we hate assignments." said Taehyung.

I roll my eyes as I'm slapping their arms. They groaning in pain and hissing loudly. "I will tell Mr.Lee to end you guys in detention then."

I stood up from bench, it's the place where we're always eat our lunch and i'm planning to go back to class, leaving the two of them but they quickly running, following me.

"You know that we love you right?~~~"

Taehyung nudging my elbow while looking at me with his stupid face, meanwhile Jimin is poking my cheeks while laughing. I roll my eyes annoyingly, these two really know how to make me less mad.

We've been friends since the first year of high school. We are are still young and dumb back then, maybe the fact is still haven't change until now. We are calling ourselves the three armies, because musketeers is too random to hear.

"Stop touching me!" I shriek and walking faster than them but then I stop, because of someone I see that walking on the hallway probably heading to his class too.

"Alert alert! The Min boy is coming!!!"

Taehyung shouts loudly and I quickly running back to them, shutting his big mouth, coping it with my hand. Jimin can't stop laughing at us as he taking photos with his phone.

The Min boy that Taehyung just shouted earlier is getting nearer to the place we're standing right now, He is talking to his friends while smiling, showing his beautiful face.

God, that gummy smile, my weakness.

I don't know why, but today he suddenly looking at me with that smile that still remaining on his lips, I feel want to melt right away on the floor. After he passed by, I still stunned like a fool.

Jimin slapped his hands in front of me, waking me up. Taehyung is just sneering at me. "Yahhh!" I shouted at them and they surprised in funny way, I wanted to get mad because they have embarrased me in front of Min Yoongi but I just can't, they're bunch of dorks.

"I can't believe you still look dumb shit in front of him." Tae said while we're continuing our journey to the classroom. I sighed. I'm still asking the same question to myself until now.

Why do I like him so much?

My feeling started is because of him.

He helped me. It was a bad day, I got drenched before I get to school on the nearest bus station. Jimin and Taehyung fcking leaving me alone there and the only choice I have is running to school, but then someone is covering my head with a big black sweater.

I looked up, finding a nonchalant face with pale but beautiful skin, slanted serious eyes looking at me. He just walked away after leaving his sweater with me, I don't even know what to say.

I also find him very cool at playing piano, i'm a dumbass in playing music instrument, I don't like watching people doing it too because I will get jealous but not him. Maybe because I remembered his face that day? He doesn't seem to remember me at all.

It's so sad, but I can't control myself whenever I see him around. The two boys told me i'm in crush with him.

Maybe? I don't know.

"You should just confess to him, it's frustrating seeing you being flutter and everything, it's so not you." Jimin looking at me seriously. I knew he really meant his words. I shook my head, "I'm afraid, I never do that kind of thing before."

Tae smirking at me mockingly, "Really? You just lied didn't ya?"

"What the fuck? I never lie to anyone, you bij." I scowled. They both looking at me while narrowing their eyes , "Okay! Okay! Yes, it's a lie. Happy?" I said in surrender, they're my friends. They can detect me if i'm lying.

"But I really never confess to anyone before. I like him since second year remember..." I'm ending up fidgeting my hands, looking like a hopeless girl.

I'm not pretty or hot like the other girls, but I feel thankful so much to have these two dorks by my side.

"Yeah, that is why that feeling is keep hanging around you until now, because you like to bury everything inside. My suggestion for you is to just confessi to that Min boy and we're done. Easy Peasy! Whether you two ending up dating or just friend. Tadaaa~~~"

Taehyung talks like a successful CEO that just presented his work in front of his workers and I just roll my eyes to him meanwhile Jimin clapping his hands in awe, he is agree with him.

"It's not that easy." I sighed.

Yes, it's the truth. It's not easy as saying ABC's, sometime we even often mistakenly saying them.

"It's depend on you, Soo. We're graduating in 5 more months. See him later or maybe never."

Taehyung finished his words elegantly before going back to his seat.

Taehyung is my day class president. I just don't understand why he's so lazy in doing homework but hardworking in helping teachers and doing things related to class business.

Jimin smugly smiling at me and patting my back, it's the sign to make me rethink about Tae's words.

It's burdening.

Really burdening.