Exposed Truth | Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 13

Nari || Monday, June 15

I spent the rest of Saturday and Sunday relaxing at home all by myself without contacting anybody. I don't call my parents or Jungkook, and it's been quite a while since I've seen or talked to my few close friends. I did text them a few days ago to tell them I'm alright and they don't need to worry about me. I know a simple text doesn't suffice, but they understand that I've been feeling a lot of emotions.

The weekend passes by with a blur and it's soon Monday. The day when Jungkook and I will be meeting Jennie.

The cool breeze cools me down under the warm sunlight as I walk along the street towards Jungkook's apartment. There's still half an hour more until it's time to meet Jennie. I don't know how I feel about meeting her for the first time after Yuri's passing. I hope things go smoothly. I fiddle with the hem of my shirt and I feel my heartbeat quickening. The closer I get to Jungkook's place, the more nervous I feel. I tell myself that everything will be okay and there's nothing to worry about, but I'm still scared. I'm dying to know what Jennie has to tell us, yet at the same time, I'm afraid of what she'll say. After hearing what the bartender at Dynamite told us, I'm not sure if I'm prepared to hear more about the things my sister is hiding from us.

I thought there weren't any secrets between us; I thought my sister wasn't hiding anything from me, but I guess I'm wrong. We were so close, at least that's what I believed. I told her everything, I never hid anything from her. I trusted her with my secrets; I thought she trusted me with hers too.

I wish I could turn back time. I miss her. I wish she would've just told me and Jungkook about the things she did. Why didn't she tell us about changing jobs? Why did she have to lie? Doesn't she trust us?

I feel so tired. I feel so helpless. I was so preoccupied with my own petty problems that I wasn't aware of the things my sister was going through. Perhaps I could've helped her and she wouldn't have committed suicide. Maybe there were signs that I didn't see; maybe I could've saved her if I wasn't so oblivious. But at the same time, what could I have done if she was so good at keeping secrets from me?

I sigh and trudge along the peaceful streets. Jungkook's five-storey apartment soon comes into view and I spot him lazily leaning against a black metal gate. He turns is head when I near him, so I give him a small smile and wave at him. I rid my mind of the thoughts of Yuri and compose myself by focusing on Jungkook. His hair is slightly wavy and his bangs cover parts of his eyes as the wind gently blows. He seems light-hearted and at ease when he smiles and casually waves his hand back at me.

"Morning," he says when I get to his side.

"Hey," I reply with a soft grin. "How far is the building? Should we get going now?"

Jungkook looks at the watch on his wrists, then says, "The building is not that far. We still have about twenty minutes, so we can walk slowly."

I nod my head and Jungkook starts walking, so I walk by his side and slightly behind him. I keep my distance and don't stay to close to him. Silence overtakes us once again as we make our way to the abandoned building. I wish the awkwardness between us would go away, but I don't know what to say to break the silence.

Every so often, cars would zoom by us and cause my skirt to brush against my thighs and my hair to blow in the wind. I tuck my hair behind my ear and follow Jungkook with light footsteps. My eyes are on his back as I think about my interactions with him. I wish we could be close again; I wish I could be comfortable around him without worrying about feeling weird. My heart thumps in my chest when I think about being curled up in bed with me in his arms. I miss the sensation of his warm embrace.