Hyerin

My personality confuses people a lot. I enjoy being alone more than anything but I am very outgoing and social. My environment dictates how I will behave. Sometimes I'm loud, sometimes I'm very quiet. I read the energy and adjust. There are times when I want to turn up and then there are moments where I want to read great and good books— or process thoughts alone.

There are a myriad of people who failed to read me or even know me deeply except for my best friend; Ally because she had been my friends since we were 12. Even my late parents didn't know their daughter that much because I'm really hard to be read.

Now, I was sitting on my desk while staring down at the sweater Jungkook gave me. I giggled at my own thoughts after remembering how caring he was being. He was so funny today. This side of him that he showed me was beyond the expectations because no one ever wonder that he could be that funny and crazy.

Listening to how people described him was so much opposite from the real him that I know. People been saying that he was strict, fierce and no one ever dares to talk to him.

I think maybe that was why some wise people always tell us to not judge a book by its cover. Jungkook might seemed as someone who's cold hearted or something but after knowing him, he was actually a warm person. It somehow melted my heart whenever I throw back the moment he gave me his sweater because I was shivering at the park since it was almost winter season. Such a kind hearted he was for giving me his sweater.

I smiled alone while reminiscing the moment. How beautiful life is if he was mine.

"Hyerin! Where are you going?" Ally yelled as she grabbed my backpack. "Are you going to the supermarket?" She asked, probably wanted me to buy something for her.

I shook my head as response. "Nope. I'm going to work now," I answered.

She frowned and her reaction showed that she didn't believe me. "Okay that sounds weird." She added, "Today is Sunday, though. What kind of nonsense you're talking about?" She scoffed at my statement, showing that she didn't believe my words. "Did the Jungkook guy ask you to work on Sundays as well? Yeah I know he pays you well but you need rest as well," she said, thinking that I had to go to work because Jungkook asked me to.

I chuckled softly at how funny she was reacting. "No, Ally." I shook my head and held her wrist that was so skinny and tiny. "I'm going there because I want to— give his thing back." I was hesitate to tell her that he gave me his sweater. Besides it wasn't crucial either necessary to tell her every details about what happened.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't give me that look, Ally. I have no time. Goodbye," I walked out from my apartment before she could ask me anything.

"You owe me the whole story!" I heard Ally screaming but I tended to ignore her.

Jungkook

I sipped on the hot green tea Mrs San made for me while playing something on my mind. Yesterday was fun. Really. I could say that I enjoyed my day yesterday.

Playing with dogs— talking to strangers, play at the playground. I finally got to experience the real fun.

Suddenly, I got a text from her.

Kim Hyerin
sent 9.12 a.m.
Morning, Sir. I'm on my way to your house. Are you home?

My eyes grew wide knowing that she was going to my house. I felt so anxious all of the sudden, as if something was blocking my throat from letting me breathe.

I quickly find a spot for me to sit then looked back at her text. What should I reply? Oh my.

Jeon Jungkook
typing...
I'm hom...

Wait, should I say something else to sound more friendly and approachable?

Jeon Jungkook
typing...
Sure, I'm home.

Does it sound better? Well, better than the previous.

sent.

Now the only thing I should do was to get ready and wait for her.

The bell was rung and I heard Mrs San was on her way to get the door but I quickly stopped her. "It's okay, you can continue doing your work. I'll get the door," I said.

"Oh, you sure?" She asked for confirmation.

I nodded, "Yes. I think it's Chan." I smiled, knowing that I was telling her a lie. A great lie to be more specific.

She finally believed my words and tended to continue doing her work since that was an order from me as her employer. After she was out of nowhere to be seen, I turned to the door then smiled to myself. Stepping towards the door as fast as I could, I opened the door and looked at her right away. "You're quite early. I thought you'd be a bit later." I said.

Hearing to what I said, she scoffed softly. "So you're making fun of my transportation?" She crossed her arms with a slight of annoyance on her face. I raised my eyebrows in confusion since I had no idea of what she was talking about.

"What do you mean?" I tilted my head to my right.

She seemed like to chuckle because I was acting a lil bit of cute today. But she insisted to shrug the feelings off and cleared her throat. "I came here by the bus, Sir." She answered my question.

I didn't understand. "But I thought you've a car?" I asked.

"Yeah but it broke down this morning so I had to take a bus to come here." She still let out a chuckle with a sweet smile of hers.

I was listening with concern. "It broke down?" I asked and casually walked into the kitchen as I knew she would follow me. "This morning?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah, since it's an old car. I've been using it for years. It was my dad's car and I decided to just use it since he passed away." She added.

I stared at her for a few seconds before reacting to her words. I needed time to proceed what she just said. "Your dad has— passed away?" I asked and my voice trailed off, a huge feeling of guilt started to fill my heart. Losing the person we love is hard. Especially when it's our family members. I always imagine of that moment to happen to me and couldn't even think of how would I even manage to go through that such of situation. It must be hard for her.

Painfully, she nodded her head. "My mom too. They both have passed away 5 years ago."

My heart broke after she finished her sentence. I was surprised, shocked and overwhelmed. "They did?" My eyes softened as I looked at the girl in front of me who still kept her smile on even she was hurting. Yes, that's Kim Hyerin.

I looked into her dark hazel eyes— the eyes that I've been adoring since the first time I met them. She seemed to be upset after I accidentally mentioned about her parents that I had no idea had passed away. But if I was her, I'd feel the same or probably, even sadder.

The way she looked down at her hands depicted that she was trying to hide her sadness from me. I saw the way her eyes moved as if they were trying to tell me that she was sad. Now, I felt terrible for asking her about her parents although it wasn't my intention.

Losing our parents ain't easy. Though sometimes we feel that they're annoying, too controlling and not understanding, we have to know that deep inside, they love us. So losing them forever isn't something easy. You've to take time to heal. I experienced it when my grandma passed away. It was extremely hard for me to accept the fact that the woman who loved me with all her heart has gone from this world and I would never get to meet her again. All I could do was only pray for her to be fine in heaven.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know about your parents." I spoke, breaking the silence between us.

I heard she breathed before speaking up again. "That's totally fine, Sir. It's normal. Everyone will go one day. It's either they walk away from our life or pass away. We all will experience the same thing." She smiled bitterly.

She moved her eyes to the sides, totally trying to avoid any eye contact with me because she was worried she might break down. I saw the way she breathed. It was heavy and unstable.

With her eyes trying to hold the tears, she said something that touched my heart. "I miss my parents— so much." Then her tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Hyerin

God take the people away from us for a reason. It's to strengthen us and teach us how to appreciate them when they're still with us.

Tomorrow isn't promised. Not a single hour, minute or seconds is. So, live for today and keep the promises you made. Back then, when my parents were still alive, I promised them to be a successful daughter who can bring only joy and happiness to them. I still remember the moment I made the promise to them. But too bad, they passed away too early. Too early that I couldn't do anything about my promise. I didn't get the chance to make them proud.

I had to live with my aunt who didn't like me and didn't allow me to continue my studies. I couldn't do anything at the moment. I thought I could work. But I wanted to finish my studies. Too bad I didn't have enough money to get into my dream university.

I failed to keep the promise I made to my parents. I got all emotional all of the sudden after talking about them. All of the memories flashed back on my mind, making me to lose control and self consciousness.

Without minding the fact that I was sitting right across Jungkook, I burst into tears and covered my face with both of my hands. My heart was aching. I hate this feeling but this is what I'd feel everytime I remember about my parents. I thought I would get used to it but I was wrong. The pain was still there, in my heart.

Jungkook stared at me in disbelief, probably thinking that I was overreacting or getting to emotional. I was embarrassed by my sudden action. I quickly stood up from my seat, "Sorry, Sir. I shall go now." I faced backwards and took my first step towards the door but he grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"Where are you going?" He asked, his voice was serious and stern. He held me very tightly that I could feel his warmth. "I'm not letting you to go anywhere crying." He added.

"Sit down on your seat back. You can cry as much as you want. I won't judge." He said and leaded me into the living room before gesturing me to sit on the couch.

I was embarrassed to cry in front of him. "I can look away if you want me to," he said.

I nodded my head as response. As what he said, he respected my needs and turned away from me so that I could cry in peace.

Time passed and I finally stopped crying after being comforted by Jungkook, the guy who was well known of his fierce and strict side but who expects that a guy like him could actually be so nice and warm? Unlike those cliche scenes on drama, he didn't hug me to make me feel better. Instead, he made me a cup of hot chocolate and gave me a blanket to keep me warm since it was winter season.

He kept sitting beside me without leaving my side and although it felt weird for me to cry in front of him, I somehow felt comfortable and wasn't worried of anything. He just stayed quiet and started humming a song softly. His voice was extremely soothing; it sounded so angelic and calming. I had never heard anyone with such an amazing voice like him.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked after realising that I wasn't crying anymore.

Acting like two love birds, I smiled softly and nodded my head. "Better." I answered.

He allowed me to see his rare genuine smile before making an eye contact with me. "Glad that you feel better," he confessed what he was feeling at the moment. "A person like you don't deserve to be sad. So, please be happy. Always." He added.

Those words were weird to me. But he seemed like he was talking his heart out. "Anyways— do you want to grab some ice cream?" He asked out of the blue.

"Sure."

Judging from his soft side and the way he talked about his mom before, he seemed like a spoiled child who is fully loved by his parents. He was so amazing that he could the soft side of his from getting known by other people.

He wanted to be respected by his workers which was good because he's their employer who has rights to be respected. Maybe that was the main reason of him being strict until he's well known with the title.

He handed me the strawberry ice cream in a big cup before giving me a tissue in case the ice cream would spill out to my clothes. "Thank you." I smiled at him.

Then, we sat down at the bench beside the playground. "I feel so bad for burdening you. You don't have to do all of this." I sighed.

Looking at the look he threw me, I could say that he was confused. "What do you mean by burdening me?" He didn't get it. "Are you feeling like a burden just because I have to bring you out for ice cream?" He scoffed.

"It's what everyone would do if they were in my place. Besides, I really want to get an ice cream. I haven't eat them for awhile now," he shrugged casually and took the first mouth of his ice cream. "It tastes great, how about yours?" He tried to change the subject and I knew it.

"Sir, please." I chuckled softly.

He cleared his throat, "Anyways Hyerin, I think that um— maybe you can start calling me by my name. Like, just call me Jungkook." The thing I never expected him to say was spitted out from his own mouth.

"Jungkook?" I asked in disbelief. It felt weird for me to call him by his name although I was used to it whenever I'm telling a story about him to Ally. But this time was totally different.

He smiled almost mischievously. "Yes, like that."

Unknown

I saw them laughing together at park while enjoying their precious moment. Is the girl his girlfriend? Mistress? Or sister? I wasn't sure.

But the way he looked at her said it all. I could say that the girl isn't his family member because there was no way he would look at his sister with shiny eyes. He seemed like he was adoring and admiring her.

The girl holds such a big power for having Jeon Jungkook drooled over her. She must be someone special for him and I was convinced to believe that he likes her.

I have to know more about this girl. I have to.