Our Restart [KTH FF.]

INTRO

"Can we at least be friends?"

"I don't think so..."

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I put down my pen after I wrote the last word on my paper. Finally, I'm done. Leaning back on my chair, I stretched and let out a yawn. It was 8:00 pm and I'm the only one who hasn't left the building. The other workers went home early while I stayed and finished my task so that my boss will promote me if I pass my works early than the others, hehe.

'Sarangheul hettda, uriga mana~~~'

Once I heard my ringtone, I quickly searched for my phone. Gladly I found it, and answered the call.

"Hello?" I said through the line. Not too long, the caller replied "Jihun, I have something to tell you tonight. Meet me outside the building" she hung up leaving me confused.

What does she want to tell me?

I packed my things up and headed outside.

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I got out of the building and saw a familiar girl waiting for me beside the streets. I sneakily went to her from behind, tiptoeing and she still hasn't notice my approach. "BOO!"

After scaring her, she turned her body and punched me on the face so hard that it made me fell on the floor. I regret everything. "Oh my god, JIHUN. Don't do that again, you almost let my soul run away from my body. Here let me help you"

She helped me stand up while I was still feeling the pain of my bruised cheek, from light pink to reddish violet. Dang, that girl is strong. Well, lesson learned, don't scare a taekwondo black belter, especially a person who won a lot of gold medals and trophies. Yep, that's my Park Shinyoung, one of my close friends who beat up asses if someone messes with her.

"Sorry. Clearly it was your fault but still, I apologize" I heard her and I understood so I gave her a smile.

Sh*t that hurts. I can't even f*cking smile.

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After my cheek was covered up by Shinyoung's emergency patches, I don't even know why she bring those... weird but let's forget about it, we went to a nearby restaurant. The aroma made me hungry since I haven't eat dinner yet for working late but luckily my friend here said she will treat me anything I want, she still feels sorry for punching my face so that's why. The power of being injured.

Minutes passed and our food was served.

"So, Shinyoung... what do you want to tell me?" I asked before I stuffed a fried chicken in my mouth.

BEST FRIED CHICKEN EVER!

There was a long pause until she finally opened her mouth.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I won't be working here anymore" her confession left me speechless. I stopped eating my drumstick, "why? What happened?" I asked and continued eating with the same shocked expression.

"My sister, who is in Japan, got divorced not too long and she wants me to be there with her as long as she wants me to, but I'm not sure when will I be back, maybe never. She already prepared everything for me when I'll arrive in Japan, she already got me a job, maybe permanent. So... that's why" she let out a sigh after she finished her explanation.

"Oh, well that's kinda sad but I don't really see a problem, well of course I will miss you not being here with me but I think I can handle it. I kinda understand your sister's situa---

"That's not the point" she cut me off making me nervous. "I talked to our boss earlier about this and... he already hired someone to replace my position. He's back, Jihun"

"...Who?"
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"Kim Taehyung"
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Oh god, no. Holy sh*t no.

I dropped my drumstick on the floor as I heard his name. My heart feels a little weird and my mind is running everywhere. Scenarios in my head are playing, my heart's beating wasn't the way it was used to be, and I couldn't understand what was feeling right now.

I can see the problem.
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[FLASHBACK]

"Taehyung, what are you talking about?" I was so confused that I want him to spit everything he want to tell me right now.

"What I'm trying to say is... I'm breaking up with you. I won't be seeing you anymore. Please don't bother to look for me. Goodbye...
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...my Jihun"