I looked up to see tears flowing down his cheeks. Sitting up straight, I wiped them away with my hand. ❛I didn't know we had so much in common, Jungkook.❜
He turned to me and that's when I realized ── our faces were only inches apart.
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When...
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❛ Jungkook ❜
"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
I held her hand softly.
Well, not exactly. 'Touched' would be a better word.
Even in the darkness, I could sense how much hesitation there was in her eyes. Just then, another rumble was heard. She flinched slightly.
"Scared of thunder?" I asked.
"It-it's the darkness," she stuttered.
Of course. Jin hyung never turns off all the lights at once. And she said herself that she hated darkness in my office once.
I had to do something.
"Come on," I said and helped her get up from the sofa. I held the dishes with my right hand, and motioned her to come with me slowly with my left, careful not to hurt myself.
I walked up to the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. Then I went to my room and started to search for a candle. Yerin followed me all the while like a child afraid of getting lost.
"Why don't you go sit down on the bed?" I told her. She followed my instruction.
After a while of searching, I finally found the much needed candle and lit it up. I could see her in the dim light now and went to sit down beside her.
"Was that a promise?" She suddenly asked me. ''Back in the living room?"
"Sometimes we need to talk about the very things we never talk about. Otherwise, they stay stuck inside you for so long that they slowly start to suffocate you until you can't breathe anymore because of regret," I said.
She finally looked into my eyes. I could vaguely see the tears that had started to form in her eyes. My heart ached to see her like that.
"It was a stormy night, too," she started. "The night I lost everything."
"I never even had to ask my parents for something; it was already there. They took care of us so well. So damn well, that if I said I missed them now, it'd be an understatement."
"It was always the four of us. Wherever we went, whatever we did — it was always my parents, brother and me. One day, our father said he was going to his friend's party and he was going to take Mother only. My brother was older, he understood it. But me... I couldn't accept it."
