Chapter Fifty-two

With my fingers tightly crossed under the table and my breath caught deep within my throat while nervously sitting on my seat, I waited patiently for what Jin had to say to my Carbonara—at least, for me it turned out well.

Nang tinikman ko ang luto ko kanina ay pumasa naman sa panlasa ko pero siyempre, Jin had much better taste. Mas alam niya kung ano ang masarap, sa puwede na, hanggang sa hindi masarap.

"It's fine," ani Jin matapos niyang isubo ang isang ni-roll niyang mga hibla ng pasta sa tinidor niya at dahan-dahan nginuya. Walang mali sa hitsura niya at hindi naman niya niluwa ang pagkaing nasa bibig niya.

That was a good thing, right?

Tinantiya ko kung gaano katotoo ang sinabi ni Jin matapos niyang matikman ang niluto ko. It was really his opinion that mattered for me since he was a good cook aside from he could taste good foods. Feeling ko, kung papasa sa kaniya, papasa na rin sa mga kasama niya. Though of course, their opinions also mattered.

Naghintay pa ako ng kasunod niyang sasabihin ngunit nagpatuloy na lang siya sa pagkain. They all ate enthusiastically, not really finding anything weird about my Carbonara. Hindi ko napigilang ngumiti ng malapad. My fingers under the table started fisting as I felt my breathing going back to normal.

It felt like I was overrated. Inaasahan ko kasing hindi na naman nila magugustuhan ang luto ko. But 'It's fine' was such a very good rate for me! Feeling ko ang galing galing kong magluto. I… I really, really felt overrated.

It was worth all the burns and scratches after all!

Nang inilibot ko ang tingin ko sa kanilang lahat ay mas lalo akong natuwa nang makitang masaya silang kumakain. Naisip ko tuloy, bakit ngayon ko lang naisip na ipagluto sila? I should have tried cooking for them before!

Tinanong pa ako ni Namjoon kung anong klase raw ng pagkain ang niluto ko. Sinabi ko namang Italian dish iyon, other term for it was White Spaghetti na agad naman nilang naintindihan dahil medyo familiar naman sila sa Spaghetti. Agad kong isinantabi sa malayong parte ng utak ko na baka hindi lang sila pamilyar sa lasa ng Carbonara kaya mukhang okay lang sa kanila ang lasa o baka dahil sa sobrang ibang lasa ng niluto ko ay hindi na nila makilala ito as Carbonara… but of course, I wouldn't entertain that thought.

Paniniwalaan ko ang gusto kong paniwalaan, na talagang masarap ang lasa ng niluto ko tulad ng sinabi ni Jin.

"Noona! I thought you can't cook?" ani Jungkook sa gitna ng pag-ro-roll niya ng ilang pasta sa hawak niyang tinidor habang nakangiti ng malapad sa akin. Hindi ko tuloy alam kung matutuwa ako sa sinabi niya o ma-iinsulto. Though yes, I would admit, I really couldn't cook.

"I thought so too," Namjoon savagely said, oblivious of me while enjoying his pasta.

Ngumuso ako saka masama siyang tinitigan. I knew, alright. I knew.

"It's good though," Yoongi said as if retrieving my runaway confidence.

Agad na dumako sa kaniya ang mga mata ko dahil bumalik muli ang tiwala ko sa sarili ko na talagang masarap nga ang luto ko na saglit na binawi nina Jungkook at Namjoon. Nang mahuli ko siyang nakatingin sa akin ay agad siyang nag-iwas ng tingin at nagpatuloy siya sa pagkain.

That was a plus point for Yoongi. Nakakabawi na siya sa mga atraso niya sa akin noon, at kung magpapatuloy siyang ganyan ay baka maging magkaibigan na talaga kami.

"Wifeu…" Tawag mula sa tabi ko saka ako nakaramdam ng mahinang kalabit sa balikat ko.

Nang lumingon ako ay nakita kong may nakalapit na Carbonara sa bibig ko na para bang sinusubuan ako. Jimin was holding a fork where a small amount of pasta was rolled while smiling sweetly at me, his eyes were almost missing again as he drummed my heart once more. My face immediately heated up upon hearing him call me 'wife'.

Pasado na nga ba akong bilang… bilang asawa niya?

Dream on, Hannan Selestine. My inner Goddess smirked at me.

"Yah! Stop being a clingy boyfriend, Jimin," saway ni Jin kay Jimin na siyang pumutol sa titigan namin.

Mabilis akong nag-iwas ng tingin habang mas nag-iinit pa ang mga pisngi ko.

Crap, not in front of your friends, Jimin!

"Give me, Jimin-ssi!" Hoseok cheerfully said as he immediately pulled Jimin's arm and drew the food on his mouth since he just sat beside Jimin. Napapagitnaan namin pareho si Jimin sa kanang bahagi ng mesa kasama pa si Namjoon samantalang sa harap namin ay sina Taehyung, Jin, Yoongi at Jungkook.

"Yah hyung!" inis na sabi ni Jimin saka pabirong hinampas si Hoseok, that earned a booming laughter from everyone.

Hinawakan ko na lang ang kamay ni Jimin sa ibaba ng mesa para i-console siya. I gently and softly squeezed his hand just as he turned to me with his innocent circles before his lips broke into a shy smile, his lips were slightly white due to the Carbonara sauce and stretching for me to marvel at.

He was unconsciously seducing me… this illegal man.

He flipped our hands so that he could intertwine our fingers together under the table and hidden from his friends' sight, making me feel how he was holding me tight as I held him back tightly too.

Sa kabutihang palad ay naubos nila ang mga niluto ko. Ang sarap sa pakiramdam na ma-appreciate iyong effort ko, lalo na at hindi naman ako marunong talagang magluto at pati na rin ang makita silang nasisiyahan sa niluto ko. The feels of gratification filled my heart. Nang matapos ang kainan ay nagsipaghanda na sila dahil may flight pa silang kailangang habulin ngayong araw at hindi sila puwedeng mahuli. Sayang ang effort kong magpigil na pigilan sila at hinging mag-stay na lang sa tabi ko.

Pinipilit kong hindi magpaka-selfish at hindi iyon madali.

While Jin was at the kitchen, washing all the plates, the other members were getting ready for their flight. Hindi ako napilit ni Jimin na isama sa kuwarto niya kahit na halos bitbitin niya ako, ma-isama lang.

I just couldn't trust myself! Marupok ako! And he was like a living temptation only set for me! Baka ako na lang ang magmaka-awa sa kaniyang halikan ako at magkulong na lang kami sa kuwarto niya buong magdamag!

Uhg, dirty and not so innocent mind, go away!

Sinamahan ko na lang si Jin dito sa kusina na siyang natalo sa rock-paper-scissor nila kanina kaya siya ang nauwing naghuhugas. Seriously, only if life was just a simple game of rock-paper-scissor then everything would be very easy for me.

"Jin, you can go and get ready. I'll finish this for you," sabi ko kay Jin dahil siya na lang ang hindi pa nag-aayos, ang iba ay paniguradong nakabihis na.

Nilingon niya ako. Wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves and white apron, he automatically smiled the moment he saw me. For a guy who had broad shoulders and so tall, he surely looked so cute with that apron in front of the sink and washing the dishes.

Really. Napakasuwerte ng babaeng mamahalin ni Jin. He was an all around boyfriend, he did house chores and he was a very good cook. Nakikita kong ituturing niyang prinsesa ang babaeng makakasungkit ng puso niya. Who wouldn't fall for a guy like him?

"I can't leave you with all this," saad niyang nakangisi na para bang sinasabi niyang hindi ganoong mga trabaho ang dapat na ipinagkakatiwala sa akin kaya ngumuso ako sa kaniya at nameywang.

"Why not?" I asked, my lips pouting. Not that I didn't do this kind of house chores when I was still at their house before. Hindi ba niya natatandang halos maging katulong na ang labas ko noon sa kanila?

Ibinalik niya ang atensyon sa ginagawa habang binibigyan ako ng matigas na iling. Pinagmasdan ko siya habang seryosong binabanlawan ang sa tingin ko ay tapos na niyang sabunin na mga plato. He was just too manly. At hindi nakabawas sa kakisigan niya ang paghuhugas ng plato, it was a plus point, actually.

I wanted to see my Jimin do this kind of thing someday. It was adorable. Gusto kong makita siyang nakasuot ng apron at naghuhugas, nagluluto at kung anu-ano pa sa loob ng kusina ng bahay ko… o ng bahay namin.

"I am almost done. I will get ready after this," sagot niya sa akin na bahagya lang akong nilingon at bumalik din agad ang atensyon sa ginagawa.

Siya na busy. Ako na panggulo.

"But—"

"Misseu!" I was cut off by a deep baritone voice coming from the kitchen's threshold.

Nilingon ko ang threshold at nakita si Taehyung na nakangusong naglalakad palapit sa akin, nakasuot ng navy blue robe, and his wet messy hair dripping on his shoulder. Halatang kakatapos lang maligo at nagawa niya pang lumabas ng kuwarto niya.

"Missue! Come!~" tanging sabi ni Taehyung nang makalapit sa akin sabay hawak sa kamay ko at walang sabi-sabing hinila ako palabas ng kusina nang hindi man lang ako nakakapagpaalam kay Jin. Dinala niya ako patungo sa pinto ng isa sa mga silid. We were halfway to that door when Jimin went out from the other door. Kumapara kay Taehyung ay well-dressed na si Jimin.

Hindi ko napigilang hangaan siya dahil labas na labas ang kaguwapuhan niya sa simpleng white long sleeves na suot niya, nakatupi ang sleeves ng mga ito hanggang sa siko niya. A stunning silver watch was on his left wrist, complimenting his clothes. He matched his polo with a black pants. His fading blonde hair was neatly combed, parting in the middle and slightly showing his smooth precious forehead.

Crap, just everything about this man, just every little thing about this man was so damn precious.

Agad na kumunot ang noo ni Jimin nang makita kami ni Taehyung na dumaan sa harap niya. I didn't even get a chance to drool over him! Taehyung being the same enthusiastic and oblivious that he was, just ignored the presence of my boyfriend.

"Hey, Taehyung-ah! Where are you bringing my girlfriend?!" Halos mapatalon ako sa gulat nang sumigaw si Jimin. Nasa likod namin siya at malapit na kami sa pinto ng kuwarto ni Taehyung.

"I'm stealing her from you!" ani Taehyung na dire-diretso pa rin habang hawak ang kamay ko.

When I turned to my boyfriend who was now glaring at Taehyung, I just gave him a sweet smile to console him though I didn't understand them, before Taehyung and I disappeared to his room.

It's okay, Hanselle. Sure, they didn't cuss at you. There's no way your boyfriend would do it. Hey, he loves you! I know, you're getting used to their language. My inner Goddess consoled me.

Binitawan ni Taehyung ang kamay ko nang makapasok kami sa loob ng silid na may pagkakatulad sa silid ni Jimin. Lumapit siya sa kama kung nasaan nakakalat ang ilang mga damit… mga branded na damit. Nakilala ko ang brand ng mga ito dahil ginagamit ko rin ang ganoong brand. Even before, I knew that he was a loyal consumer of Gucci. His wardrobe were all Gucci brand. Hindi na ako masusurpresa kung makikita ko siya sa runways ng isa sa mga Gucci events.

Taehyung stared at me as he shyly scratched the back of his head. He then pointed at me the bed on where were his scattered clothes. I thought… I thought I knew what was this.

Taehyung would always be Taehyung. He would always ask for my opinion when it came to what clothes he would wear. No, not because he didn't know how to pick his own fashion… man, he had a very good sense of fashion, but just because this was our moment.

I suddenly remembered how he became soft to me before, it was because I told him what shirt suited him. Matagal na iyon pero parang kahapon lang nangyari. Hindi ko makakalimutan kung paano siyang nagsusungit sa akin noon ngunit biglang tumiklop dahil lang pinilian ko siya ng damit.

Maybe, he just wanted to be called 'cool'.

I softly laughed at him, understanding his little shy action.

Of course, Taehyungie. I will make you more handsome.

I chose the Gucci beige floral polo and a white pants for him as I imagined him looking very cool in those. Masayang tinanggap niya ang pinili ko. He was already wearing the clothes I chose for him when he showed up again in front of me. He only let his golden brown hair in a mess. He now looked like a runway model in his prime!

Sunod-sunod na mararahas at malalakas na katok mula sa labas ang gumulat sa amin ni Taehyung habang ina-ayos ko ang collar ng polo niya. Nagtatakang nilingon namin ang pinto.

"I'll get it," sabi ko sa kaniya saka bahagyang pinagpag ang balikat niya. Hindi ko na hinintay pa ang sagot niya at nagtungo na ako sa pinto. Binuksan ko ito para lang makita ang napakaguwapo kong boyfriend habang nakasimangot.

The moment he saw me, his frowning face turned into a grinning one. Agad niyang hinawakan ang kamay ko at marahan akong hinila palabas ng kuwarto ni Taehyung.

"Misseu! Who is it?!"

Bago ako tuluyang hilahin na Jimin palabas at isara ang pinto ay narinig pa namin ang sigaw ni Taehyung mula sa loob. Jimin firmly held my hand as he softly dragged me to somewhere the house. Ang lahat ay nasa kani-kanilang silid at malamang ay busy rin sa paghahanda kaya walang tao sa living room.

"I'm jealous," ani Jimin nang marating namin ang sala. Naupo siya sa long couch at agad na sumimangot. He huffingly stared anywhere but me while his arms were crossed on his chest.

Napapangiting naupo ako sa tabi niya. A jealous Jimin was a lot more cuter! Guwapo siya, alright! Cute din! He was a perfect mixture of cute and handsome… should I include gorgeous, hot and beautiful and gorgeous and hot and beautiful…?

Oops, my bad! You couldn't just leave those words out when describing this very precious thing beside me.

Sumandal ako sa backrest ng sofa habang pinagmamasdan ang nakasimangot niyang mukha na para bang nagpapasuyo. I even tilted my head to carefully watch his every change of expression because he was just too cute.

"And why's that?" I asked him as I brought my brows to meet. Kunyari ay hindi ko alam kung anong iki-naiinis niya kahit na alam ko sa sarili kong kapag mas nainis siya ay hindi ko alam kung paano siya susuyuin.

I didn't know how seriously.

He turned to look at me, his eyes immediately locking my gaze as I felt my heart leap out, reacting so fast to him. Halos hawakan ko ang dibdib ko dahil natatakot akong bigla na lang lumabas ang puso ko kahit na hindi naman.

"What are you doing inside his room?" nakanguso niyang tanong sa nagtatampong tono.

Nawala ang ngiti sa mga labi ko kasabay ng mas pabilis nang pabilis na tibok ng puso ko. Napatitig ako sa mga labi niyang nakanguso. The way his pink shiny lips protruded was boiling my insides. He was my greatest distraction, just anything he did, so distracting for me. Every part of him was my distraction. So, he really couldn't do that right now that hours from now, we would be parting ways. Baka mamaya, i-lock ko na lang talaga siya sa kuwarto ko para hindi na siya maka-alis.

"I don't want to see you with him alone," dagdag pa niya habang nakanguso pa rin sa akin.

Hindi ako umimik dahil ayaw kong may masabing pagsisihan ko sa huli. Dahan-dahan akong umusog palapit sa kaniya bago ko i-angat ang isang kamay ko para isandal sa dibdib niya. His scent was also pulling me to do what I had been restricting myself.

Right now, there was only one thing I wanted to do… and please, could someone stop me immediately before I delved into stupidity because I didn't think I could stop myself.

Sinundan niya ng tingin ang kamay kong naglalakbay na sa dibdib niya pataas sa leeg niya hanggang sa saluhin ng palad ko ang makinis at malambot niyang pisngi. I slowly leaned closer to him with my heart drumming so hard as I gulped harder, not really thinking about stopping anymore.

Isa lang, please.

He really shouldn't seduce a weak heart.

"M-Misseu…" he uttered, obviously anticipating what I was going to do next, not letting go of my eyes as if he wanted to hold my sight in the process.

Unti-unti kong inilapit ang mukha ko sa kaniya. Itinukod ko ang isang kamay ko sa isa niyang hita habang ang isa ay nasa pisngi niya pa rin. As I inhaled, his natural sweet and minty scent immediately soothed my nose. His smooth face felt hot against the soft touch of my palm and his leg felt tensed under the touch of my other palm.

He softly stared back at me as he deprived himself to breathe. Pumikit ako at mas inilapit pa ang mukha ko sa kaniya, tuluyan nang pinuputol ang distansya ng mga mukha namin. His uneven breathing was corresponding to my hitched breathing. Ramdam na ramdam ko sa pisngi ko ang init ng mabangong hininga niya.

With my eager lips only barely touching his soft ones, we then heard a clicking sound.

"Oops. I forgot it has flash."

I immediately pulled away from Jimin, fixing myself at least one meter away from him at the couch as embarrassment slowly showered my whole being. Nakita ko si Hoseok na may hawak na phone habang nakangisi sa amin ni Jimin na para bang nahuli niya kaming gumagawa ng kung ano—nahuli talaga niya kami!

Napakagat ako sa pang-ibabang labi ko habang yumuyuko. My both hands met and tensely played with each other on top of my lap. Did… did I just kiss Jimin? Here in the living room? But why?! Dahil masyado siyang mapang-akit!

"Sorry! But I gotta save this!" ani Hoseok sabay lapit sa amin ni Jimin. I didn't see it but I knew, he was going near us. He didn't help me retrieve my runaway shame.

Bakit kasi kailangang dito pa?! At nakita pa ni Hoseok! Wala na akong mukhang ma-ihaharap sa kaniya, sa kanila! Baka isipin ni Hoseok, masyado akong mapusok at saka agresibo! Halata namang ako ang sumunggab kay Jimin kanina… what did I do?!

"Yah! You were not in a good timing!" Jimin told Hoseok.

I didn't even know what were they saying so instead of just sitting there while slowly losing my shame for good, I stood up ready to getaway. Dahil kung mananatili pa ako ay baka tuluyan na akong layasan ng kahihiyan.

"Misseu!" Jimin immediately held my hand to stop me from leaving.

Nanatili akong nakayuko habang marahang binabawi kay Jimin ang kamay ko. I could feel my face heating up that I could bet my branded phone, I was blushing hard.

"Where are you going?" Jimin asked softly.

"Just I… I need air," mahinang sagot ko sa kaniya na sana ay narinig niya dahil ako mismo, halos hindi ko na marinig ang sarili ko. Nakakahiya sobra!

Imbis na sumagot ay bigla niya akong hinila na naging dahilan ng pagbagsak ko pabalik sa sofa… sa tabi niya. He immediately cupped both of my face and planted a long deep kiss on my forehead. Napasinghap na lang ako dahil sa bilis ng mga pangyayari, pero ang mabilis na tibok ng puso ko ay pinananatiling slow motion ang lahat. Kahit nang pakawalan niya ako at titigan gamit ang singkit niyang mga mata ay wala pa rin akong kibo.

Someone please run after my runaway shame and throw it back to me, please.

"That is for making my heart beat faster," aniya nang lumayo siya sa akin ng bahagya habang hawak pa rin ang mga pisngi ko. If he was trying to make us even and fair here, well, he was already way too ahead! Dahil kanina niya pa pinapa-tibok ng sobrang bilis ang puso ko!

"Yah! My eyes!" Narinig kong react ni Hoseok sa patiling tinig. Nang nilingon ko siya ay nakita kong takip ng dalawang palad niya ang mga mata niya habang nakangisi.

And now, I was being teased!

"Hyung! Let me see our photo!" Jimin told Hoseok when he let go of my face. Tumango si Hoseok sa kung anumang sinabi ni Jimin bago niya inabot kay Jimin ang phone niya. Inakbayan ako ni Jimin na para bang gusto niyang tingnan ko rin ang gusto niyang makita sa phone ni Hoseok.

Sinulyapan ko muna ang pang-asar na ngisi ni Hoseok bago ko itinuon ang atensyon ko sa phone niya. Uh, Hoseok's teasing face wasn't helping my runaway shame at all! Mas lalong nag-init ang mg pisngi ko nang makita ang kuha namin ni Jimin habang magkadikit ng bahagya ang mga labi namin. I was cupping his face and was leaning on him as we both had our eyes closed.

It was like a perfect poster for a Korean Drama. Crap! Why did it have to look so perfect?!

Jimin smiled widely as he squeezed me tighter. "Could you send me this, hyung?" He again told Hoseok.

"Give me your phone and I'll take a photo of you together," ani Hoseok habang tumatango.

"That's a good idea!" ani Jimin. Bago pa ako tuluyang mahilo sa mga pinagsasabi nila ay ibinalik na ni Jimin ang phone ni Hoseok at inabot naman dito ang phone niya. And maybe I was too stunned that was why I didn't notice when Jimin leaned his head on my shoulder before several flashes from the phone blinded me.

Nakuha ko lang ang lahat nang akbayan ako ni Jimin habang nakangiti siya sa phone niyang hawak ni Hoseok at siyang ginagamit para kuhanan kami ng litrato. So imitating him, I looked directly at the back lenses of his phone as I smiled for it.

Then it flashed.

Kung anu-anong pinag-po-pose namin ni Jimin habang patuloy lang si Hoseok sa pagkuha sa amin ng litrato. Nandiyang hawak ni Jimin ang magkabilang pisngi ko at pinanggigigilan, and I would mess with his hair. He would wrap his arms around me as he would bury his face on my neck, I would giggle because of it. Para kaming nagkaroon ng instant photoshoot at si Hoseok ang photographer, he was a silent photographer, he was just filming us. Mukhang natutuwa siya siya, actually.

"Thank you, Hobi…" I sweetly smiled at Hoseok.

"You… good t-together," ani Hoseok sa gitna ng isang mahabang pause na para bang iniisip niya ang kung anumang sasabihin niya habang pinagtuturo kami.

"Of course," mayabang na sabi ni Jimin bago ako bigyan ng isang mabilis na halik sa pisngi. Pinanlakihan ko siya ng mga mata. He should try holding back too! Hindi ba niya alam na nagpipigil lang din ako? We should be really fair and even here. Isa pa, nasa harap lang si Hoseok!

"Yah, I envy," nakasimangot na sabi ni Hoseok kaya naagaw niya ang atensyon namin ni Jimin.

Kumunot ang noo ko saka ko pinigilan ang sarili kong matawa kay Hoseok. I understood that they were not so good at speaking English yet and I should be thankful that they were at least trying for me.

"You should get yourself a girl, hyung." Pang-asar ni Jimin kay Hoseok. Hinawakan niya ang kamay ko at hinalikan na tipong mas lalong iniinggit ang loveless na si Hoseok.

Sumimangot na lang si Hoseok at itinoon ang atensyon sa phone ni Jimin na hawak pa rin niya. "When is this?" nagtatakang tanong niya sabay pakita sa amin ng screen ng phone ni Jimin.

Nanliit ang mga mata ko habang inaaninag ang picture naka-set as wallpaper ng phone ni Jimin. Medyo madilim ang picture, hindi ko alam kung dahil ba sa filter o sadyang madilim lang talaga ang kuha.

"During our last concert here," sagot ni Jimin.

"Jinjja?!" hindi makapaniwalang tanong ni Hoseok saka muling pinakatitigan ang larawan.

Mas lalo akong naguluhan. During their concert here? Hindi pa kami nagkikita noon ah! Imposibe iyon! Paanong…?

Nakangising tumango si Jimin at kinuha ang phone kay Hoseok bago niya ito ibinigay sa akin. Nagtataka man ay tinanggap ko ito at tinignan ang screen. Now that I could see it nearer, an involuntary gasp escaped my mouth. Hindi man malinaw at maayos ang pagkakuha ng picture dahil kuha ito sa loob ng sasakyang may tinted glass window, malinaw ko namang nakilala ang babaeng nasa picture.

It was… it was me.

Bahagyang natatabunan ng ilang hibla ng noon ay maiksi kong buhok ang mukha ko habang bahagyang naka-awang ang mga labi ko dahil tulog na tulog ako sa picture at nakasandal ang ulo ko sa salamin ng bintana. Kuha ang litrato upward. Mukhang nasa ibabang parte ang kung sinumang kumuha nito habang nasa mas mataas na lugar ako. I could see a part of a bus, that one window where I was silently resting and sleeping before.

I remembered many instances before when I was always sleeping in a bus while being stuck in a heavy traffic. I could also remember entertaining myself by watching cars beside the bus I was in. And who would think I slept while BTS car was just beside the bus I was in? And how could I possibly got his attention that he took a photo of me? Sa dami ng mga sasakyang madalas kong titigan noon, how high the chance it could be BTS car?

So rare! Even impossible! Kung hindi ba naman napakalaking coincidence o… fate.

"Oh my gosh…" I uttered unbelievably, very lost in thought. Nilingon ko si Jimin na ngayon ay malapad at matamis na nakangiti sa akin. Hoseok remained silent though.

"Actually, there is one more photo," ani Jimin sabay kamot sa batok niya. He pressed his phone while I was still holding it, he went to his phone gallery and opened a certain folder. Lumabas ang dalawang picture. Ang isa ay ang siyang mismong nasa wallpaper niya at ang isa naman ay…

"I took that the morning after the concert." Jimin told softly me in almost a whisper. He was scratching the back of his head as if confessing something he did way back then…he was really confessing.

He had two photos of me that were captured during their last concert here, captured at a different time but same circumstances. The wallpaper, I just didn't know how… when… I mean, how? Paanong noong mga panahong sising-sisi ako dahil hindi ako nakapunta sa concert nila ay nakita na pala niya ako?

Just how? It wasn't actually of a help. Kasi gulong-gulo ako. How… how the hell these things had happened? Para bang pinlano na ng tadhana ang lahat ng ito at pinaglalaruan na naman ako. Because this felt very surreal.

This felt like just a dream again, a very clear and vivid dream.