song of the chapter: 134340 - bts

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The tension can be felt from a far. I walk down the stairs and feel his stare on me. Taking a deep breath, I sit on the table and speak.

"Sorry for passing out, I didn't eat lunch before," he stares with his wide eyes, not knowing how to react so I take the lead, "I'm Dae, Bree's cousin." I stretch my hand for him to shake, but he looks at it as if it was some strange object.

Bree looks at us with such a fond look. She giggles and places her hand on Jungkook's bicep, "Shake her hand, silly," her pearly white teeth are showing, "she doesn't bite!"

He clears his throat, "I know, it's nice to see you again Dae." he shakes my hand and takes a tight hold of it.

In his eyes I find multiple emotions: sadness, despair, shock and fondness.

Bree furrows her eyebrows, "You know each other?" she asks.

I nod before looking at my food, silently eating small portions of it. "Yeah." I let out.

Jungkook looks at me before looking at Bree, "She was my–"

"Friend. I was his friend a long time ago, we met in one of our vacations." I interrupt him, giving him a slight glare.

He gulps before nodding. Jungkook knows.

It's better if Bree doesn't know what we used to be.

Mom then asks, "Which one?" she tries to remember.

"The Busan one." I answer.

My mother nods, "Oh, Busan is an amazing place. We had a nice vacation there."

My mother then starts another conversation and begins asking him about his life. Most of the stuff, I already knew except one.

"So are you studying or just working?" Mom asks.

Jungkook chews his food and speaks when he's done, "Currently doing both, I start in a new college next week."

Bree nods, "It's actually the same one you go to, Dae-Dae!"

Huh.

"Oh, you're going to Seong University?" Mom asks, taking a sip of her cup of wine.

Great, now I'll have to see him in college too.

The boy nods, "Yes."

"That's nice." I mumble.

I see him smile before turning to his food.

Oh I can wipe off that smile off your face in any given seco–

"Should we start getting ready for bed?" Mom asks as she gets up and starts putting everything away.

Right, I forgot that he's staying with us tonight.

This night keeps getting better and better...not.

Getting up from my chair, I begin helping my mother clean everything up. A hand stops me. Jungkook.

"It's okay, I'll do it." he replies, leaving me speechless.

I stand there, not knowing what to do. It seems like I've forgotten how to respond.

"What do you think of him?" Bree appears by my side, making me sit down on the couch with her.

What should I say?

He's nice.

He seems okay.

He's beautiful.

He's everything.

He's charming.

No.

"He seems like a nice guy." I respond, crossing off all my options in my mind.

She shakes her head, agreeing with me, "That's because he is! You should know if you knew him before. He's so kind and amazing."

Sure.

"Dae, please show Bree and Jungkook their bedroom for tonight." Mom tells me from the kitchen and I sigh.

Standing up without looking at Bree, I walk towards the stairs and begin going upstairs. I hear their footsteps behind me. Passing through the hall, I turn to the right and motion to the door.

"This will be your room, the bathroom is right in front of it," I say, "if you need anything just knock on the door at the end of the hall." I finish.

Jungkook nods before turning to Bree, "Why don't you get us settled in, I'll be there in a few minutes."

Bree nods, taking their suitcases inside. Just as she closes the door, I begin walking to my room not wanting to be alone with him.

"Wait!" Jungkook whispers so that only I can hear, takes my wrist and turns me around.

I feel them again. Those little 'sparks' in my hand that only appeared when he touched me. They reappeared again.

Great.

We stand in the half end of the hall, in risk of being seen or heard.

"Don't." I retract my hand rapidly from his hold and turn around to where I am headed.

I hear his footsteps come closer and I stop in front of my door. He halts and stares at me wide eyed.

"Forget us." I reply harshly.

He tilts his head, "S-Sorry?"

"Forget about us; forget that we had something," I tell him, "to her, we were just friends. Let's keep it like that, for her." I step inside my room, turn to close the door but his foot stops me.

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Dae." his voice falters, his pupils dilate.

Don't fall for it.

You can't.

"Just forget about us. There will never be an us again because of you," I spat out, "forget us."

His face changes in an instant. Regret, sadness and guilt are shown. He opens his mouth to say something, but I don't let him.

The loud slam of the door closing on his face blares through the hallway.

He's now Bree's boyfriend. I must forget that he was a big part of my life. I must forget that he used to be a very important person for me.