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"Damn, this sweater is too big." I mumbled as I took a look of myself in the mirror
I'm like wearing a short dress right now. His size is no compatible to mine. I sighed and took my wet shirt from the hanger and flip it into a smaller size. I went out of the bathroom and put the shirt in my bag.
"Yoona" A voice said that made me jump until I sat on the edge of Jungkook's bed
"God, you scared me." I said as I touched my chest
He just grinned, "Sorry. Are you okay? Jungkook just told me you had a fever." He said
"Oh, I'm fine Taehyung. No need to worry about it." I said as I tried to stand up
I continued putting my wet shirt and zip my bag in silence. It was quite awkward.
"So... How are you and Jungkook?" He asked me
"Hm? Oh... Fine." I said
"He told you his past yet?"
"No"
"When is that guy gonna tell you?" He said
"I don't even know. I mean, I don't mind him not telling me. I just hope for us to be friends."
There was a silent moment between us. I sat back down at the bed while Taehyung was leaning on Jungkook's shelf.
"Yoona" He said and my ears perked up and I looked at him
"Hm?" I replied
"If he ever told you the past... What would you do? What's gonna happen?" He asked and to be honest, that question really made me sick
That question... Is the question I've been avoiding. The question that I hope no one would ever asked. I know the answer but... I don't want it to happen.
"I-I... Would.. " I started of but I don't want to continue
"I would give him a last advice before he'd hate me forever." I said weakly
"Why would he hate you?"
"Did you forget? I'm gonna break his heart, remember?" I said and he only nod
"What else?" He asked me
God, why is he torturing me. I don't want to answer but I know that keeping it to myself is pointless. Sooner or later it would happen.
"U-uhm... I... He would probably avoid me. Staying away from me at all costs. Forget me like I was nothing, even though he was the one who asked me to break it.
A person who has heartbreak cannot heal that quickly. And whatever attempt I make on doing it to him, I would never mean it. I... I-I love him.
I care about him. I enjoy his company. I don't want to be away from him sometimes. And having his heart.. Broken because of me is ridiculous.
