Someone like you || (Kth ff)

Chapter 27: can I hug you?

THREE WEEKS LATER

"One Ravioli Pasta and this mocktail please." The guy said and smiled at me. I simply nodded and walked into the kitchen, tucking the piece of paper on the soft board.

"Good to be back, isn't it?" Andy said as he tossed the sausages in the pan.

"Yes." I said and gave him a faint smile.

"You don't seem to be happy about coming back. Anything happen during the break?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

I looked at him and he was waiting for my answer.

How do I tell him? How do I explain all that had happened during the break? It's not that he won't understand, I just can't explain it to him.

"Nope. Everything's alright." I said and got up to serve.

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I scanned the card and got into the bus. I chose the last seat in the corner and sat down. It was raining. I'd refrained from driving at all these days.

It had been three weeks since I'd gotten back here. When I had opened my eyes, I'd had no idea how I'd ended up back here. Jimin said that I'd walked to one of the police stations near the campsite and then they'd called him immediately because a report had been filed of me missing. Jimin had then come there to take me back safely.

After coming back, I'd spent three days in the hospital room. I couldn't get up. My right shoulder had been shot.

I'd avoided talking about Taehyung all the time, but then I couldn't resist anymore and had asked Jimin. After all, there must've been a report filed about him too.

To that Jimin had said that Taehyung had left for the states the day I went missing from the camp site. Lie.

He had to urgently go there in order to help his dad. Lie.

He'd left a note in our hut so that Ms. Mijin knew, Jimin had told me.

How can Ms. Mijin not be suspicious? How can she just be okay with the fact that he left the camp without anyone's permission?

After getting discharged from the hospital, I'd come back home. When I'd entered  my room, I had cried. I don't know why. I had just got into my room, and started crying. After spending time in that jail-like building and sleeping on the floor, looking at my beautiful and comfy bed had made me emotional.

I'd spent two weeks doing nothing. I'd just lain in my room and looked at the ceiling. Ruhi and Jimin used to come and give me food all the time. I didn't step out of the home for two weeks straight.

It was just too much for me to get out of the house and go to work and pretend like everything was back to normal, when it clearly wasn't.

All this time the only thing in my head was: Why? Why would you do that Taehyung? Why out of all people, was I the only one who had to go through this bullcrap?

Don't make friends, don't talk to people a lot, keep yourself confined, I'd let all of it down with Taehyung. I'd just plain and simple let him in. Why? Why did I have to be such a bitch to myself? Why am I so dumb?

I sighed as all these thoughts played again in my head.

Today was the first day of work. They'd opened the restaurant a week ago but Jimin had talked to the manager about my absence and he had agreed. But staying in the house was driving me crazy. All the attempts by Jimin, Ruhi and the boys to take me out for a drink, to go clubbing, to go to the beach, had failed.