The Guy Next Door | JJK Short Story [COMPLETED]

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I hadn't talked to Jungkook in a week.

Not for lack of trying on his part, though. He called a gazillion times, knocked another hundred on my door and texted countless others. I didn't take the calls, or answered the door, but I heard to all the voicemails and read all the texts.

They all said he was sorry.

But I was still mad.

On the other hand, I was still being ignored by Jimin, which kept fueling my rage. In this matter, my calls were the ones not taken, my texts not answered. I just couldn't knock on his door because I didn't know where he lived.

I was extremely irritated, avoiding human contact like no one else's business. The exception being Eunji, because even if I wanted to get rid of her, she wouldn't let me do it.

That is why I let her drag me to a restaurant with the excuse of eating. We both knew she wanted me to talk about it.

- So, how was the dress fitting? – she asked, sipping from her glass.

- Ugh, don't get me started on that. I almost had to fight my sister for the right to wear a dress I actually like because "it didn't match her color pallet". Then, I had to tell her I wouldn't take a plus-one after I had already confirmed that I would. She almost strangled me with a nearby scarf.

Eunji laughed.

- Stop, it's not funny.

- It is. – she said, but composed her expression. – Your sister is really something. But did you settle for something?

- Yeah. I got the dress I wanted, but in the color she wanted. It's a half win, but it's something.

- Better than the alternative, I suppose?

- You have no idea.

Our food arrived, the aromas swirling in the air and making my mouth water. I loved this place and mentally thanked Eunji for choosing it tonight.

- What about Jungkook? – she asked after a couple of minutes.

- Wouldn't know.

- You're still not talking to each other?

- What is there to talk about?

- Hana, you're skulking around without him.

- I'm not skulking around.

- Yes, you are. You haven't left your apartment for anything other than work in a week.

- That could be because ...

My phone went off on top of the table, a name flashing on the screen, highlighting who the caller was. Not that I needed to look to know, it was always him. And like always, I didn't pick up.

Eunji watched me as I pretended not to see the screen lit up, or how he called three times, one after the other. For my part, I focused on my food and avoided looking down at the table.

- You're not gonna answer? – she asked when the screen went dark and stayed that way.

- Nope.

- Hana, you know you'll have to deal with it at some point, right?

- That point is not now.

- What exactly do you expect to accomplish with this we don't talk anymore attitude? – she inquired, leaning back on her chair and waiting for an answer.

- Nothing.

- You still like him.

I didn't answer, and that just confirmed her words.