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XXXVIII

Chapter Thirty-eight

We didn't have plans after talking to Jackson so I let him decide, I would give this day to us 'cause probably tomorrow, there wouldn't be like this anymore.

Mabilis pa rin ang pagmamaneho niya kaya nang huminto ang sasakyan sa parking lot ng NAIA Terminal ay wala akong nagawa kung hindi panoorin ang pagmamadali niyang patayin ang makina ng sasakyan at alisin ang seatbelt niya.

"I understand! I understand, Jimin! I can handle myself!" I frustratedly screamed at him when he quickly turned to me and tried to take my seatbelt off me, too eager to get out of the car already so he could get into the departure area. Inis kong pinaghahampas ang mga braso niya saka marahas na inalis ang seatbelt na nakayakap sa akin, hindi ko na rin hinintay pang na makababa siya dahil mabilis ko nang binuksan ang pinto at bumaba.

I understood that he just wanted to see Jungkook before the latter left for Korea and that they had an unsettled business to fix but he was just making this very hard for me.

"Look, east. Kailangan nating maabutan si Jungkook—" Natigil siya sa paglapit sa akin, nakalabas na rin siya ng sasakyan nang marahas ko siyang nilingon.

"And you think I don't think about that?!"

Bumuntong-hininga siya bago umiling, sinubukan niyang abutin ang kamay ko pero umirap lang ako sa kaniya at inunahan na siya patungo sa departure area ng airport.

Hindi marami ang tao ngayon dahil medyo alanganin ang oras, tanghaling tapat kasi, madalas ay hapon at gabi ang karamihan sa mga flights base na rin sa madalas na ginagawa namin ni Jimin kapag lumalabas kami ng bansa, while we chose the midnight flight 'cause it was more convenient.

Hindi maganda ang loob ko, masyadong maraming bagay ang tumatakbo sa isip ko na nakakapagpabigat ng nararamdaman ko. From Jackson to the breakup I was planning to tell Jimin, tapos dumagdag pa si Jungkook. Hindi na ako makapaghintay na matapos ang lahat ng ito, I would seriously run a feast if ever.

Sa isang gilid ng departure area kung saan wala masyadong mga pasahero namin namataan sina Kuya Jin, Kuya Hoseok at Ate Milan, masinsinan silang nag-uusap na hindi man lang nila napapansin ang ilang mga matang nakatuon sa kanila.

They actually made their own circle, a place where every eyes laid at. Sa iilang mga pasaherong naroroon na mukhang hindi naman lalagpas sa sampu, halos lahat yata ay nakatingin sa kanila. May ilan pang kinukuhanan sila ng picture.

Hindi na rin ako nagtaka nang makita ko ang parehong ayos nina Kuya Jin at Kuya Hoseok, parehong mga nakasuot ng formal attire.

Kuya Jin was wearing a long black coat with a navy blue tie, its bottom half hidden inside his coat while Kuya Hoseok was also wearing an open black coat but tie missing and exposing his red long sleeves polo inside, and my sister, so beautiful in her simple black matte long sleeves dress, her flat stomach still hiding what it preciously held inside.

Sa hitsura ng dalawang lalaki, mukhang galing pa sila sa kani-kanilang mga trabaho. They both looked like young bachelors in their prime, came here at the airport to freaking sweep every girl off their feet and bring a fluttering turmoil in their hearts. Pero siyempre, halata namang hindi na available si Kuya Hoseok dahil sa paraan ng pagkakahapit niya sa baywang ni Ate Milan, parang ipinagsisigawan niya sa lahat na unavailable na siya at forever loyal.

Wala sina Kuya Namjoon at Kuya Yoongi, malamang ay busy sa kani-kanilang internship at hindi na ako magtataka kung grounded man si Taehyung.

I felt my heart race, but not with the sweet scene I was watching but because I felt an arm gently hook on my waist and carefully pull me closer, familiar sweet and manly scent immediately taking over the air I was inhaling.