Worth It 𖧵 [TXT Yeonjun]

Chapter 14: Nostalgia

Hana's POV:
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"Are you gonna keep pretending you don't know me?" Donghyun asked me.

I gasped as I turned face to face with Donghyun.

Deep down, I felt horrible for having been treating him like I did.

But I guess I have my reasons...

"I've known of Kim Donghyun's existence for as long as I can remember"

That's probably something I'd say now, but the truth is, me and Donghyun go farther back than just acquaintances.

We were all a close, tight knit, group.

Chaeyoung, Donghyun, Soyeon, him, and me.

We hadn't realized how close we truly were until we weren't a group anymore.

And as much as Chaeyoung tries to convince me otherwise, I'm sure I'm to blame for our fall out.

After I left him our group became this awkward void of confusion. And it clearly didn't help that Donghyun still hung out with him after it all and brought him to come along with us.

I wonder if Donghyun thought having all of us together again would make us make up...

I doubt anything will ever go back to how it was...

Chaeyoung and Soyeon started to bother each other, both of them are quite the handful, Chaeyoung is extremely stubborn while Soyeon can take things too seriously.

They did end up making up afterwards, but they aren't as close as they used to be.

Donghyun was in denial, he couldn't seem to believe the things I had told him, so he tried to stay away from the issue, but the longer he stayed away, the more it haunted him.

Donghyun started to believe me after he started trying to reach out to me.

Soyeon and him had a sort of sibling dynamic, so it was hard on Soyeon when the truth got out.

And I remember this as if it had happened just yesterday...

We all got together one Friday after school to sort out our problems maturely.

"What are we doing here anyways?" Soyeon asked with a slight attitude.

"We all agreed we'd figure out what the soul problem is." Chaeyoung began saying.

Donghyun nodded in agreement.

I felt uncomfortable, the whole point of breaking up with him was to never have to talk and speak to him again, but here I was.

"Yes. I agreed. But I didn't know we'd all be here..." I muttered out while looking down at my feet.

I could feel his eyes on me.

I remember the rage that bubbled inside me, I felt as though the rest of the group hadn't thought about how I'd feel having to be around him again.

And so the 'therapy session' began...

But we just ended up screaming at each other like immature children.

We all showed our true colors that day.

It was a stressful weekend...

As the days passed by after our big fight...

...the worse I felt

And next thing I knew, he had graduated.