The Unrequited Love

XIII

Hanahaki:
A fictional illness in which a person bearing an unrequited love coughs up flower petals until they die or their feelings are reciprocated.

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"About this afternoon," said Jungkook.

My feet came to a halt.

"When I lashed out at you," he said."I.. I know I was being stupid. I.. I'm really sorry. I was je...ugh never mind. All I wanna say is, please forgive me."

I scoffed unbelievably."You insult me in front of everyone, repeatedly try to demolish my character and then say you're sorry?"

But that was just the tale that my lips told on the outside, the anger that burned on them. On the inside honestly, I did feel a bit better that he had asked for forgiveness. But his apology was unexplainable. What did he think of me? An idle woman who just falls at the feet of her unloyal ex? A characterless woman he called me to be?

"I know you're angry, Y/n. But please. I.. I just wish I could tell you–"

Jungkook was interrupted by the honk of my free ride. My blood still simmering at his two-sided face, I began walking away towards Jimin. I wondered why he came here to pick me up again, for he clearly had texted me that he wouldn't be able to make it.

Never mind. I took Jimin's shoulder for support and sat elegantly on Jimin's bike, as had become my habit now. Without making it too obvious I glanced at the side mirror of the bike. Jungkook was glued to his spot, his shoulders drooping a little because of his dejection. His face looked sad and expression– pitiful.

"Shall we go, roommate?" asked Jimin me through the mirror. I looked away from Jungkook and nodded into the mirror."Seems like you've done a really good job. Look at his face," he snickered and then we drove off.

Five minutes into the drive and the forthcoming wind fired the curiosity within me again."By the way, you weren't going to come today."

"Yeah I wasn't. But I was worried, he might...I don't know. Something did bother me. Plus I couldn't focus anyways, so I wrapped up my work and came here." He smiled in relief."Looks like I was afraid for nothing."

"Um, actually. He kinda did insult me."

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"What! He did that to you!?" roared a furious Jimin, looking ahead on the road. "Should I insult him? Like last time?"

"Last time?" I asked myself more than him. Oh yes. The day I had spilled coffee onto him.

"No, no, you don't need to. He he even apologised." I looked down at my hands, smiling to myself, a weird sense of glee filling me.

"And you forgave him? That easily?" scoffed Jimin.

"N-no, I didn't," I said."But I wanted to."

"Please don't do that," said Jimin."Don't let him get you with such ease. Who knows, he might be just trying to weaken you and then use you again."

No. Jungkook wouldn't do that again. Something in my heart told me that. But I wasn't going to go through the hassle of explaining it to Jimin so I just zipped up my mouth and let him continue.

"Remember the pain he has given you, Y/n. What you gave up for him. Where his so-called love brought you. You'll act likewise on your own," said Jimin at the end of his speech and then we both engaged in some casual talk, as the wind fluttered my hair away and the bike sped forward.

[The next day]

"Wake up!" I heard in my sleep."Y/n you'll be late!" I heard another remark. And that remark also snatched my duvet from my body.