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Dinner is already over. I didn't eat a single piece of dinner. I looked around the room, whimpering. Ding! A new message from, Jiminie_love! I looked down at my phone with brightness.

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Jiminie_love: hey i'm sorry

Jiminie_love: i still love you, know that?

Jiminie_love: don't forget about that

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i still love you, know that? " 

I started to cry. I hope he's not joking. I hope he didn't forget about me. I wiped my tears with my sleeves, staining them. Knock knock.

"Yoons, honey. Open the door, we have to talk."

Silence.

"Open the door sweetheart."

I got up and unlocked the door. My mother seemed shocked as she saw my face, my burning red face from all the tears.

"Yoongi honey, what happened?" We sat down on my bed, ruffling the cold bed sheets.

"Jiminie.." I looked at my lap, playing with my fingers.

"What about him?" She caressed my cheek and patted my head.

"We, we were dating since 6th grade and we haven't talked to each other.." I said while crying on my arms.

"Mmm," she hummed. "You should've, well, talk to him and uh, you know?" She hugged me into her arms.

"But, mother, he texted me and I ignor-"

"Why?" She immediately said before I could finish my words.

"I, I'm just, nervous. Because we haven't seen or talked, mother." I said, trying to calm myself from hiccuping.

"Ahh, sweetie. I'll invite Jimin tom-"

"No!" I got off of her and stood up.

"Why not? Even if you say no, I'll still do it!"

"OKAY, whatever." What about texting instead of in-person? It's less awkward. I regret telling my mother about all of this. Looks like I'm fucked up, again.

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