Worth It 𖧵 [TXT Yeonjun]

Chapter 62: Opportunity

That whole night I kept waking up from the party noise.

It took everything in me not to pull the party-pooper card.

And just as I drifted into sleep in a comfy spot and perfect posture-

I heard pounding at my sliding door.

In the moment it scared the hell out of me, I literally jumped up.

Thinking it was an intruder I went and got a coat hanger and texted Chae asking if she was still next door.

I was hoping it was just her after locking herself out.

When she replied she was still at the party, I swear I did more than mentally shit my pants.

I built up the courage to creep around the blinds and peak-

And that's when I found a wasted Jiwoo, kneeling against the glass.

"Jiwoo get your ass up" I hissed at her as I opened the door.

"Let me innn" Jiwoo stumbled her way up.

That's when the dots clicked-

Jiwoo was drunk.

And now she was inside my room.

Drunk people are like bed bugs, you can't get them to stop and annoying you.

She sat next to my bed.

"Jiwoo, drink some water and please shut up" I tried being kind.

But she slapped the water bottle out of my hand.

Suddenly, I was no longer a sleepy zombie trying to cut this short.

I was mad.

"First you try to embarrass me in front of everyone, now you barge into my room drunk and knock things out my hand?" I began to raise my voice.

She stared blankly at me like a child.

"I'm trying to help you" I yelled, but I quickly began tearing up.

I fell to ground and sat next to her.

I was dumb to think I could leave my problems behind, but now they had followed me in the form of Yeonjun and Jiwoo.

"Why are you crying?" Jiwoo whispered.

"What?" I looked over at her.

"I should be the one crying..." she paused.

We sat in silence, until she began to sob.

"I don't get it." she managed to say between sobs.

All I could do was sit there and listen.

"Why doesn't he like me?? Why is he always looking at you. All the outfits I bought, all the hours into my hair and makeup, yet he won't bat an eye at me" She hugged her legs.

"He's always looking at you, did you know?" Jiwoo whispered.

"Yeonjun's making me hate you for it- but I feel horrible, I don't even know you like that to hate you..." She kept on talking.

The room fell silent again, with nothing but muffled music in the distance.

Then she began to cry again, but this time, I could feel how hurt she truly was.

"Why won't he even look at me? Why? Am I not pretty enough? What am I doing wrong?" She chocked up on her words.

I wrapped my arm around her and comforted her as she cried.

She had no one, and I didn't care about her attempt at embarrassing me anymore-

I just knew I had to be there for her.

"Maybe it isn't you, but him." I broke the silence.

I could sense her confusion.

"Nothing's wrong with you Jiwoo. He's the one
that's blind, he's the one that can't see what's in front of him" I hugged her.

"Sometimes people can't appreciate the opportunities right in front of them" I told her.

I laid her to sleep in my bed and held her hand as she fell asleep.

It all made sense now.

Every insincere compliment, every passive aggressive joke, every dirty look.

I laid on the floor.

All those times Yeonjun showed me how interested in me he was-

Yet all I did was push him away.

All because I couldn't appreciate the opportunity right in front of me....