Butterfly

21. The Sofa

~ So first things first I'm sorry I left y'all hanging like that last night, I promise it's okay, and here's a chapter almost three times the normal chapter length to make up for it. You're welcome. ~

"Hey, I washed your uniform."

I nod into the pillows, ignoring the sounds of Sandra opening my curtains, moving around my room. The comforter is pulled off of me and I groan, rolling over onto my side.

"Are you sick?"

"No."

Sandra sits on the edge of my bed and I turn to face her, letting out a breath.

"I'm fine."

She raises an eyebrow. "I don't believe you."

"I know." I sigh, burying my face in my pillows again. "What's up?" My voice is muffled in the fabric.

"I was coming in to check on you and ask what your plans are for this evening."

I raise my eyebrows, looking up. "Why?"

She shrugs.

"Seokjin asked you out again?"

Sandra smiles a little, nodding. "He wants to have dinner with his parents."

"Parents? Already?"

I'm reminded of Jimin, and how we would have spent this evening if she went out, and how I'll probably never meet his parents.

"Yeah. We've been talking, and he's just..." Sandra hesitates, then continues haltingly, shy. "He's been saying how he's never really felt this way with anyone else, and he's sure we're..." She flushes, smiling. "Anyway, I was going to ask if maybe you wanted to come with us. For the dinner with his parents."

I hesitate. I see where she's coming from - she's meeting his family, and I'm the only family she has.

"I...I'm kind of tired from this week."

Sandra's face falls slightly, then she nods, smiling again. "That's fine, don't worry about it. I'm leaving in about fifteen minutes, I'll put cash in the kitchen for you to order dinner if you want." She stands and I nod, burying my face in my pillows again.

"All right."

"Hey, cheer up. I don't know what's going on, but I love you, 'kay?"

I smile a little, looking up, and she blows me a kiss. "I might stay the night with Jin because the restaurant is downtown."

I grin a little. "Only because the restaurant is downtown?"

"Shut it." Sandra grins at me, blowing another kiss before she disappears.

I let out a breath, pulling my phone from my pocket, checking it even though I know he hasn't text. I close my eyes, burying my face in my pillow, trying not to cry.

I fucked up. Badly. Maybe I am pissed that he said we were just hook-up buddies, maybe I wish he'd told me about his mom, but he was right. I am being a hypocrite.

I should have told him all the stuff he asked me about. I should have asked him more questions, about his family and life and jobs. And now I was stupid enough to take that chance from myself.

God.

I let out a breath, hearing the front door close behind Sandra, and then sit up, slipping on a pair of slippers, just needing a breath of air. I shuffle to the front door, opening it, turning to close it when I hear the familiar creak behind me.