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Memories.
Your world became unstable after one sentence escaped his mouth.
You thought you'd never hear such words come out of that sweet mouth of his, but it seems that you were wrong. He, the one who tore down your walls became the one you despised the most. Yes, a hateful feeling - but why do you care about it so much? The man that opened your world, became your everything, and the man that betrayed you and gave you so many things to be happy about is now the man that you hate. The man that you never want to see in your life ever again.
But is that true?
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"[Y/N], geez, you heavy sleeper. Are you gonna get up or what?" It was Park Hana, your best friend and the most prettiest girl at your university.
You groaned softly and slowly got up from your bed, rubbing your eyes lightly, adjusting to the light. "Hana~" You whined, "Why did you wake me up so early?"
A vein bulged from her forehead. "Yah, do you know what the time is?" She asked, pointing towards the clock on her beautifully decorated phone. "You're late."
Late. Shit.
Your once tired eyes completely awoke, getting off your bed and running to the bathroom. In a snap, you had already gotten your teeth brushed, clothes changed, and stuff packed.
Earning a giggle from Hana, you tilted your head, giving her a confused look.
"What?" You asked, walking to her. "Do I have something stuck on my face?"
Hana laughed even harder, showing you her phone.
"I'm... so sorry," she chuckled, "I just wanted to know how you would react. This is hilarious!"
Gritting your teeth, you sighed. "Hana, I swear. One more time you do this, I will kill you."
Yes, your best friend had pranked you that you woke up late when in fact it was just the right time.
"I said I'm sorry," Hana repeated, looking over her nails. "But who knew that you could show such a face... I mean, the honour student of our university is said to be an ice-cold student, one that rarely interacts with people, and one that never breaks her straight face."
You giggled, taking your phone from beside your lampshade. "Hana- "
"I know, [Y/N]. Don't have to say it over and over again," she said, applying makeup on her bare face. "'This is just a facade, not the real me,'" she said, repeating what you always say to her.
"Glad you remember," you playfully rolled your eyes. "Anyways, I'm gonna head to the library to get a head start on the history assignment. Mr. Lee will surely call up on me during class today so.."
Hana chuckled. "I don't care. Just leave, [Y/N]. I'll just call my twin brother for a ride," she smirked. "Jimin always responds to me."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," You waved your arms and gave her a goodbye. You left your shared bedroom, digging inside your purse for your car keys.
"[Y/N] noona!" A familiar man's voice called out to you.
"Jungkook..." You could only mutter. It was Jungkook, mostly known as Kim Taehyung's younger brother.
"[Y/N] noona, I'm so glad that you're here," he smiled. "Guess what?" He asked excitedly.
I tilted my head to the side, waiting for an answer.
"I got into the same University as you!" he cheered, "And guess what else?"
You sighed. "Jungkook, I'd love to stay and talk with you but I'm sort of in a hurry to finish an assignment."
"Noona! Wait, it's something you're gonna be happy about!" He said.
After checking the clock of your phone, you decided to give him a few minutes.
"Exactly two minutes," you said.
Jungkook smiled. "[Y/N] noona, my brother is out of jail now," he said. "Aren't you glad?"
Jungkook was one of those dumb―but really smart people. He was dense, and usually didn't care what people say about him.
"...Aaaaand done," you said, waving his presence away. "I have a lot to do right now so talk to me later."
Your voice suddenly changed to a lower tone than before.
His "good news" wasn't really good news for you. Not at all.
"But noona, it's only been a sec―"
"Jungkook," you cut him off. "I. Don't. Want. To. Hear about it anymore, okay?"
Before leaving, you glared at the boy, however, only to be disturbed by another unwelcomed presence.
