[COMPLETED]
"Why are you doing things that makes my heart flutter?"
And silence engulfed the room after I said those, again I regretted spitting out words. I wanted so badly to dig a hole on the floor, jump inside and never come out again.
It was s...
I pressed onto the button of the fifth floor. Dragging myself to my unit, I punched in my passcode, but the door didn't open. Maybe I'm drunk? I clearly remember setting it to 6666 or was it 5555?
After a few tries, I banged onto the door and groaned in frustration. I couldn't sit here for the whole night, so I shook my head and started punching in some random numbers.
To my surprise, the door unlocked when I pressed in 0000. The smell of new furnitures and paint welcomed me when I stepped into my new apartment.
I just bought this apartment a few weeks ago. I wanted to have some privacy and this was the perfect place.
Not a lot of people live here, it's cheap and peaceful, no one would ever find out that I live here. No more fan girls banging on my door asking for my autograph.
I plopped myself down on the couch that was still wrapped in plastic. My bed hasn't arrived yet so I had no choice but to sleep on the uncomfortable couch.
Luckily, my stuff will arrive tomorrow in the morning. I can't wait for my bed to arrive. I just want some peace.
Y/N's POV "Do you still, you know, think of him?"
I looked down, fidgeting with my fingers as Hae Na and Jinyoung's eyes were on me.
"I'm trying to forget him. He never responded to any of my texts anyways." I said calmly, my voice cracked unknowingly.
Hae Na scooted closer to me and wrapped her arms around my body, tapping my cheeks.
"Cheer up, hun. Jungkook may have left us, but I know that he still remembers us. Well, maybe at least you. You two were so close like super glue back then. He wouldn't forget you."
She reassured, again, but her words never comforted me at all. Those were all lies. She said that he'll come back 9 years ago. He didn't.
"Hae Na, I appreciate you, but really, I don't wanna hear anyone comforting me about him. What's in the past, let it be in the past. I don't really care about him anymore, so I'm okay." I ruffled her hair with a wink, so that she wouldn't worry about me.
We were best friends, Jungkook and I. The four of us were always together back in the old days.
That was until one day, Jungkook left on my 15th birthday without telling me anything. He didn't leave a note, a text, no nothing.
I tried calling and texting him at first, but he never responded. I believed that he would come back. I trusted that he wouldn't just leave me like that.
He stuck to me like a gum and I stayed with him like a sticky glue. We were awesome dorks.
After a few months, I gave up on him. I knew and accepted the fact that he left and will never come back.
Turns out, he left for Seoul to be an idol. He needed to support his family. It was the only choice he had.
I'm happy that he's famous and rich now, but why wouldn't he come to me and talk to me about his problem?
We could've figured it out together. We could've make things work. Maybe, he didn't think of me. He didn't think of my feelings.
Anyways, it's been 9 years so I was slowly trying to forget about him, about our friendship and about the beautiful moments that we spent together in Busan.
"Did you guys heard that?" Jinyoung whispered, placing his index finger on his lips.
"Hear what?" I listened closely and there were some noises coming from outside.
It was already 1:30a.m. My neighbours moved out a few weeks ago, so no one was living opposite from my unit. It should be quiet and peaceful.
We walked closer to the door and pressed our ears against it. A man was groaning and banging on the door, punching in the wrong passcode as we heard the door beeping.
"New neighbour?" Hae Na spoke softly, nudging me. I simply shrugged.
"I don't know. I don't remember seeing anyone move in to opposite." I said with a confused expression written on my face.
Jinyoung slowly unlocked the door. "Why would he move in so late at night?"
"There's only one way to find out." I pushed open the door to maybe start up a conversation with the new neighbour, but it was too late.
The male pressed in the correct passcode and went into his apartment excitedly, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
He had a familiar tattoo on his hand when I saw him shutting the door.
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