100 DAYS WITH YOU | Jjk [Editing]

Sixth

It's been a week since I last saw Hoseok. I suddenly missed him and I don't know why.

I decided to give him a call but the dork isn't answering. Geez! I wonder what he's doing right now? And again, I just can't go out on my own and my lil bro is ignoring my calls.

"Shit!" I cursed loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear. This is frustrating. It's unacceptable to locked a 24 years old in her bedroom just because she dump the guy who was arranged for her to marry and that's for business reason. Am I like a piece of paper to him where he just need to write his damn signature and I'm good to go? He never consider my feelings before he makes any decision. He is a selfish asshole.

I never imagine my life would be like this. When I was young, I always wish to have my own bedroom and I'd like to have it painted in pink. My bed cover, pillow and sheet, I'd like them all to be pink and white. Then, I'll have my own study table with books and other girly stuff in it.

Yes. I got them all. I have them but I realized, that's not what I really want. Something is still missing. Money can buy everything. I can get all the material things that I want but then, at the end of the day, I still feel empty.

I sigh as the scene last week played in my mind. I had never laugh like crazy before. I didn't knew that Hoseok has that joker-wanna-be side of him. I never experienced it with my so called friends. Of course, they were really not my friends, they are friends with the money. Money. Money. Business. Business. "Full of shits!" I thought to myself.

I can't take this anymore. I grab my phone on top of my bedside table and scrolled up and down on until my eyes catch something on my contact list.

Without any hesitation, I dialed the number.

"Hey!" I said in a sweet voice, which I never do. Never. But I have to do it now. Acting, of course.

"What?" He respond lazily.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked, walking towards my door to lock it, making sure no one will come in or eavesdrop.

"Yeah. You did bitch. Why?" He retorted.

Jumping off in my bed, I answered back at him happily. "I need a little help. Hobi is not answering my calls, so, I called you."

Silence.

"Still there?" I asked when I heard nothing from the other line.

"I never remember us being friends Nana. So, I'm wondering," he paused for while "what's your game? What do you need?" he added and then again - silence.

Of all people that I have to call, I don't know why it has to be Jimin but thinking about it, I don't have an option, do I?

I have, I guess around 25 people on my contact list but none of them can save me from this situation and none of them is true and honest to me.

So, you think, Jimin is?

My subconscious is trying to get in of me. I shook my head before I start talking again.

"Well," I started. "let's just say, I'm trying to be nice and I want us to be friends. I don't have friends, you should know that of all people." I said, sounding sad as if I'm being honest which I do.

"Yea. Everyone knows why you don't have friends. I do know." he replied with a sigh. "But, that's not what I want to know Nana. What do you need?" he added.

I can imagine Jimin, pushing his hair backwards, his brows in furrow and starting to get pissed with my drama. This is the first time we talked casually. A miracle. We never talked like normal people, even in front of his parents or mine.

"I'm locked Jimin. I want to go out. I was thinking of jumping over the veranda but I can't. I won't dare because it will be useless. They'll see me. I'm like a prisoner and -" I stopped talking. I realized, I've shared too much and I don't like it. I hate it when people knows my story.

"And?" he replied but I decided to keep quiet. "So, what do you want me to do? Put a ladder on your window so that Princess Nana can come down safe?" he said, sarcastically.

"That's very nice of you if you would do that. Can you bring a ladder for me please? I want the gold one," I answered, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Seriously, can you please help me get out?" I said without thinking. The word PLEASE just came out of my mouth and I hate saying those words to Jimin or to anyone else.

"Woah! Did I just hear you said ple-" I cut him off. "Yes. Don't ask me to say it again. Just ... just, pick me up now!" I demanded, standing from my bed and walking back and forth inside my big room.

"Nana, I...I'm not sure if I can come. I have to head back to the dance studio, we'll have to prepare something." he explained. Dance studio? Are they going to perform tonight?

"Well, I can go with you. Just, please - get me out of here." Those words came out of my mouth again without thinking, then I heard Jimin laughing.

"Fine. I'll be there." He said before hanging up.

I rush to my closet and decided to wear a tank top and tattered jeans with my white shoes on and a cardigan. I sat at the end of my bed, waiting for Jimin.