REMEMBER TO SMILE. x bts series

seven

December 22nd, 2014.

I was brought into someone's house, and unknowingly Channette was tugging on my arm, urging me to enter after Namjoon.

"Namjoon-ah, tell me we're not trespassing..."

"We're not." Namjoon whispered, going to a side and from his pocket, he pulled out a palm-sized portrait of... Me?

Suddenly I remember.

"Smile, Xin. You know how to smile right? Okay, look here!"

I smiled to the camera unwillingly, with thousands of thoughts still alive on my mind. Why was Jin doing this? Were we even that close? Why did he bring his DSLR camera to me out of a damn sudden, taking a portrait picture of me? If he want a picture, we could've taken a normal shot together...

And why was I getting attracted by him when he smiled foolishly at the results of his camera shots?

"Wae, is there something on my face?" I touch my cheeks unconsciously.

"Aniyo. I'm admiring my skills."

This guy, really...

Right, this photo was taken back in the early 2013, when I first started to know Seokjin.

"Also, Xin Ae," Namjoon passed me a note and confusion spread across my face.

Xin,

I am really sorry for doing this to you out of a sudden... But please listen to Namjoon. And cherish Channette. They're really good people...

As confusing as this sounds, I couldn't be bothered for the meaning behind his sentences. There were more things I want to ask, a feeling neglection burning. Why did it seem that I was the only clueless one?

I took notice of the tag on the front door with Jin's family name engraved on it and I sighed. Is this perhaps his house? When did he write these notes anyway?

"Are we supposed to go in?"

Channette nodded.

I walked towards the door and slowly turned the door knob, expecting Jin on the other side. It creaked a little, as if it had never been opened in ages.

I went in and as I closed the door shut, I noticed there was another note pinned together with a poster at the back of the door.

Find a box with a white safe drive in it. And be quick, princess.

P-princess? Out of a sudden?

"His room is there, you'll find it." Namjoon releases a smile on his face as he pointed to a way to his room. I ran past them, stumbling along and headed towards the drawers that were located behind his door. Scanning through every single drawer in a jiffy, my mind was loaded with thousands of questions that I had a feeling would be answered in a second, in a word soon.

I panicked when I couldn't find anything. I rummaged through harder this time, and felt my fingers brushed across through a cold metal tip. I took the metal out and realized it was a metal tin box.

I opened the tin box, and saw another note along with the white safe drive.

Just a reminder.

Don't regret anything and smile for as long as you can. Take the flash drive.. It's yours. I'll see you later, okay?

See me later?

I had a weird feeling about this so I quickly took the flash drive out from the box and ran down the stairs towards the living room, but only to find no one around. I was as nervous as heck, looking around frantically.

I tapped my feet continuously and started to feel impatient.

"Namjoon? Channette!"

But instead, what came after was my best friend's soft voice, coming out hoarse, "Xin-ah, we are here."

Namjoon and Channette were standing with their hands fulled of items from the household. If not for this occasion, I could've swore they look like burglars.

The thing is, they looked depressed, and somehow I feel I know what was happening.

My eyes dimmed. "Something bad happened to him, right?"

Channette had his books in her hands. Among them was specifically the one I asked for from Seokjin, so I figured they belonged to him.

"He felt the same for you too, you know." Namjoon admitted, and I don't know why he was blushing but he got beet red.

"Though, he thought that since, since, he... didn't have enough time... He couldn't tell you that."

"Kinda in order for you to hate him. Really stupid..."

"Sad to burst your bubble but I never liked you, and I won't ever like you. So i appreciate it if you could just forget about me."

That was what filled my mind, and I shook my head, trying to shake away the stupid memory of the phone call.

"Bullshit, what are you t-talking about?" I forced a chuckle from my throat but she continued to speak, as the series of flashbacks came on one by one. Flooding my mind and my aching heart.

"He said he shouldn't be selfish to keep you all by himself. So he decided to let you go, he made sure you did the same too."

"I was planning to do that anyway."

And then suddenly I was trapped. I couldn't bring myself back to reality. I was stuck on the past, on every single thing he said to me, and when I piece them together...

It all made sense.