"Sojung-unnie?" A light knock, followed by the opening of the door shook me out of my daze.
Yes, I still haven't gotten over the fact that I was putting Eunha and Jungkook's life in peril.
I felt the mattress dip and a hand on my shoulder.
If you're asking, I'm facing the wall, not lying down.
"Unnie....please look at me." The person drawled out.
Wiping my tears (yes, I've been crying for quite a while now), I face Eunha with a smile.
I've grown used to plastering fake smiles on my face.
Eunha didn't return the smile though.
She must've seen.
She must've seen you being so vulnerable, Kim Sojung.
"Unnie...." Eunha starts, her fingers interlacing with mine.
She's gonna rat me out, right?
"I'm sorry." I blurt out.
Eunha looks startled, "What? Why are you sorry, unnie?"
"I'm a threat to yours and Jungkook's friendship."
Eunha snorts, "No, you aren't."
It was my turn to be startled, "What?"
Eunha shrugs, picking at a loose thread on her sweater, "Jungkook and I....we..." she struggles to find the right words.
"What?" I press forward.
"We kind of....I don't know..." she sighs, tracing the butterflies on my bedsheet.
"I guess you can say that our friendship is over."
"Let me pull myself together,
And I'll come forward."
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