Her Bestfriend ✔️

7 | Willing

Lisa | Willing

You know what I hate the most? The feeling of being nervous, anxious, or maybe a little bit of both at the same time. It frees all the butterflies into my stomach and watches it swarm around till they feel the beat of my heart quicken it's pace. My palms would begin to sweat and my brain would enter an overwhelming thought process that I could never get back from. Yes, I definitely hated every moment of it.

Fortunately, the school is still in session and, not wanting to be looked at like a piece of meat again by hormonal teenagers, I decided to wait till school was over. Chaeyoung needed to leave for work, leaving me alone to which I didn't really mind. So, needing this wonderful alone time, I decided a walk in the park would suffice. I needed the air space in order for me to know if I really wanted to see Jennie again.

She was indeed my weakness back then, but was also my strength.

Looking around the park, I took in a breath and exhaled deeply before letting a small smile take over my face. I remembered this park. I looked up and admired how full the trees looked with their bright pink leaves. I use to love laying on the grass just below it and watch the leaves fall, covering the walking trails of the park.

But I suddenly felt my lips twitch as a memory of Jennie and I playing tag around that specific tree. The memory of hearing Jennie giggling as I chased her around melted my heart but this tree didn't only have that beautiful memory. Despite its beauty, the tree also lay a hideous memory.

This was also where I first caught Junhoe and Jennie kissing. She kept their relationship hidden from me for a week. I didn't know why, but now thinking back at how she new what I USE to feel for her, I guess that was her way of not hurting me. Either way,

'It was totally bullshit.'

I chuckled at the thought and continued walking down the covered trail. There weren't many people at the park, just a few kids and their parents filling the parks air with laughter and kids screaming in enjoyment as they played tag or hide and seek.

It was a heartwarming sight, that is until I noticed a little kid crying by himself just beyond the playground, near a pond. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked over to him. He was sitting on the ground and cradling his knee while sniffling quietly. I knelt beside him,

"Hey there, what's wrong?" I asked softly. He flinched and looked up, locking his giant brown eyes with mine. Those eyes looked slightly similar to someone I once knew. I just didn't know who. He sniffed again and wiped his tears off his cute chubby cheeks,

"I hurted my knee," he whimpered out while pointing his tiny finger at the cut on his knee. I smile sadly and sat myself beside him,

"Well, lucky for you, I have a cure," I said. He scrunched his eyebrows together and tilted his head,

"Cure?" He asked. I nodded with a teasing smirk while reaching into my purse. I'm known to be quite clumsy myself so I always prepare a mini first aid kit in my purse that consist of alcohol wipes and transformers bandaids. I opened the little case and took out the bumble bee bandaid.

"Ta-dah!" I presented him the band aid. He narrowed his eyes at it and huffed,

"That's not a cure, that's just a band-aid," he pointed out.

"Tough crowd," I muttered under my breath. I laughed lightly and shook my head before taking off the paper from the sticky side and carefully placing it on the cut,

"You're pretty smart little guy. How old are you?" I asked. He pats on the bandaid with a pleased look before meeting my eyes again.

"I'm this many," he said while showing me six of his fingers. I chuckled with a tiny gasp,