5. Stranger

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sour-sweet of an orange spread in my mouth. Jiyeon has taking over the kitchen and I sit on the dining table, waiting for her to get dinner ready.
She clears her throat as her phone rings from her room, making me scrunch my eyebrows at her flinch.

"You want me to take it?" I offered, peeling more orange to eat.

"Uh-- I got it. Please stir the soup." She quickly wipes her hands on the cloths and walks into her room.

Odd.

I hear mumbling and a faint laugh across the room, attempting to ignore and focus on the almost cooked chicken soup.

The sound of her giggling drowning me to the memories back at the freshmen year at college. It was a tradition to get the freshmen drink at the end of school orientation, and I stuck there refusing to drink as it is haram.

The seniors, also the freshmen, stare at me in confuse. They took a conclusion that I was being not open to them and don't want to get along.

From that day, the year started horribly. The two girls that I made friends with before thought I'm weird and making a distance each day.

A lonely week went by and I sat on the campus park's bench. Looking desperate with all my hands covering my face, elbows on the table.

I guess Allah has made a faith, Jiyeon went up to me. She was alone and brought lunch, offering me some. Jiyeon was kindhearted-- and still is--, a smile never leaves her face since we made friends.

"Heol! What are you doing, Nana-ya!" I jump at the shout and quickly turn off the stove. Panting softly because of the shock.

"It's overcooked! What were you thinking?!" Her fiery voice shoots me in my ear and I look at my work. It surely had over cooked.

"You."

Jiyeon scowls and I chuckle, "by the way, how was last night?" Jiyeon asks as soon as she put bowls and glass on to the dining table.

I take my seat and began to take rice as I rewind what happened. A frown was formed on my face, then only to leave as a shadow of Seokjin appears I smile.

"What?" Jiyeon asks again,

"Well, it wasn't a good time until Seokjin oppa came." I tell her, smiling after I said Seokjin.

She gasp for air, "You met Jin oppa!!?"

I began to tell her what happened and she listened with wide, curious eyes. Sparkling when I mention Jungkook, while I scowl and starting not to like him.

"And I have a bad feeling about him. " I say then take my spoon to sip the soup.

"Aiigooo!! I wish I were you, I wish I work there, and I wish I could do things you did!" Jiyeon squeaks and I smile sheepishly, it must be hard being a fan, envying people you are close to their idol.

"Don't steal away my Jungkook!"

I lift a brow, "I don't even like him."

"Everyone likes him, you lier!"

"I'm extra. That's all." I shrug, continuing to eat my dinner. I can feel Jiyeon still eyeing me while chewing, as if she doesn't believe what I said.

The table is quiet, only fills with clanking spoons with the bowls, gulping, chewing, and chopsticks crushings.

It has been 10 minutes so I got itch in my throat--

"Why are you keep staring at me?" I broke the silence witha scowl onmyface. She startles, then cover her face an  expression less towards me.

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