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Four days had passed since our parents had left for grandma's house. I was busy texting Yoongi.

TEXT

Hi. 😊

Hello?

[5mins..........]

Yoonkitty...Yoongi...😉

Its mee, Park Y/N.

[your selfie]

[10mins............]

(seen)

HEY! YOU SAW MY MESSAGE

WHY DON'T YOU REPLY?!!

Don't you want to know, how I got your number?

IDIOT! Mr. ICE!

I switched off the phone in frustration. "Why does he have to be so grumpy? Couldn't he just reply with a "hello" or "hi"? Even an emoji would've been fine."

Suddenly, I realized I hadn't seen Jimin in a while. I got up from my bed and went downstairs. "Jiminieeeee..." I sang his name loudly.

I found him lounging on the sofa in the living room. The room was dark, with only the TV casting a dim glow. Jimin looked like he was daydreaming—or more like evening dreaming. I sneaked over, quietly lay my head on his lap, and waited for a reaction. He glanced at me briefly before focusing on the TV again.

Ignoring me, huh? I wiggled my index finger and tickled him under his chin. At first, he tried to keep a serious face, pretending not to be bothered, but I knew my Oppa too well. Within seconds, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Ha ha ha... Jill-ah... ha ha ha... stop... ha ha!" I kept tickling him until he was laughing so hard his eyes teared up. 

"What do you want now?" he asked, still catching his breath.

"Nothing, nothing," I said, sitting up. "Just checking if you're doing okay. Eomma told me to take care of you."

"Is that so?" He turned his eyes back to the TV.

"Yeah! But look at you, you've gotten thinner in just two days!" I poked his tummy. "Am I not feeding you properly?"

"No, actually, the problem is with you. You've gotten... thicker since they left. Must be all those chips you've been eating." He chuckled.

I frowned and looked down at my body. "How could you? Body shaming is illegal!" I whined in a baby voice.

"Nope, I'm not. Look." He pinched a tiny bit of skin on my stomach. "See? You've gained weight."

"Oh, I get it now! You're just jealous because I'm so perfect."

He grinned, messing up my hair. "Come on, dinner's ready."

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Before going to bed, I checked my phone to see if Yoongi had replied. Of course, he hadn't. The more he ignored me, the more I felt like bothering him. Actually, I kind of enjoy making him mad—he looks cute when he is annoyed. Wait—did I just call him cute?! Mr. Ice is really making me lose my mind!

TEXT

IDIOT! MR. ICE!

(seen)

I got your number from the reception.

Don't worry I won't give it to anyone.

You can trust me.

[................]

At least say me a 'thank you'?

Or else......

I WILL CALL YOU NOW!

I don't think it's a good idea,

to attend a girl's call at this hour?

DON'T DARE TO BLOCK ME!

. . . 

Good Nyt!

That was his first and last reply before going offline. "I won! He finally replied to my text!" I giggled to myself, feeling like I'd just accomplished something monumental.

But the next morning, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. I sat in my seat, glancing at the door every few minutes, waiting for him to walk in with his usual emotionless face. Where was he? Why wasn't he here yet? Did something happen to him? I felt a strange uneasiness building up in my chest. Maybe he was sick? No, that didn't seem right. Yoongi didn't seem like the type to fall ill easily. Overslept? Possibly. Or maybe... what if something really happened?

I shook my head. Get a grip! It's Yoongi, the guy who barely texts back. Why am I even worrying?

Still, the questions kept swirling in my mind. What if he's avoiding me? But why would he do that? He did reply to my message last night, after all. Ugh, why do I even care so much?

Just as I was spiraling into my own thoughts, I heard someone call my name from behind. It was Jungkook. My heart skipped a beat, but not in the way it used to. The world seemed to pause, and for a split second, I was frozen. Then, like a bucket of cold water, memories of the last incident rushed back, and any happiness I felt quickly faded. 

"Yes?" I replied, my voice half-hearted and distant.

Jungkook's face softened. He must have sensed my sorrow. "Are you okay? Is anything bothering you?"

I forced a smile, one that didn't quite reach my eyes. "No, I'm perfectly fine."

"Well... can you do me a favor?" He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uneasy.

"Go on..." I said, my tone as neutral as possible.

"I... I need you to give this book to Miss Choi," he finally said, holding out a book. "I have an urgent basketball practice, and I can't miss it."

I glanced at the book, then back at him. How could I ever refuse his puppy eyes? "Okay," I replied with the same fake smile, getting up from my seat.

But then, Jungkook hesitated. His voice was low, almost guilty. "Jill, I'm sorry... I know that you like me. It must have been hard for you."

I froze. His words pierced through me like a knife. He knew. He knew everything. Every. Damn. Thing. My heart ached, and before I knew it, my vision blurred with unshed tears.

"Why...?" My voice cracked. "It's okay if I don't meet your standards, but you didn't have to be so... intimate right in front of me."

Jungkook hung his head, his bangs covering his eyes. "I... I'm sorry," he whispered, barely audible.

Sorry? That's all he had to say? I should be angry, I should yell at him, but instead, I just felt hollow. No rage, no fury—only pain.

"Jungkook, it hurts, you know..." My voice trembled, choking on the last word. I fought hard to keep the tears at bay, but they betrayed me, falling despite my silent pleas.

Before I knew it, Jungkook wrapped me in his arms. "I'm really sorry, Jill," he whispered, his voice thick with regret. "If I had known you were there, I would have stopped. I didn't realize until you came in late, with those puffy eyes. I hurt you, and I didn't mean to."

His words were sincere, and I felt myself wavering. What should I do? He truly sounded sorry. Maybe... maybe we just weren't meant to be. I pulled away gently and wiped my tears. "It's okay," I said softly, offering him a real smile this time. "I'm happy for you two. I was hurt, but... I think I'll over it soon."

He looked at me with those innocent, bambi-like eyes. "Thank you for not hating me. I don't ever want to lose you as a friend."

"Me neither," I managed, my heart feeling lighter.

He gave me that adorable bunny smile that always made my heart flutter. I shook my head internally. Let me get over you first, Jungkook, don't charm me yet.

After delivering the book to Miss Choi's classroom, I was surprised to see Euna, Jungkook's girlfriend, sitting there. She greeted me warmly as she accepted the book on behalf of the teacher. Euna was sweet, cheerful, and friendly—the perfect match for Jungkook. "We could even be friends", I thought. She wasn't like other girls who might have felt threatened or jealous. No wonder Jungkook chose her.

Later that day, I texted Yoongi. It felt strange, not having him around to annoy or make fun of. His absence left a void. But as expected, there was no reply.

* * * * * *

Yoongi didn't show up the next day either. Now I was genuinely worried. He was always so distant and aloof, but this... this felt different. I couldn't even ask anyone where he was—he didn't have any close friends.

When I got home, I checked my phone. I had asked Yoongi why he was absent, but there was still no reply. I saw that he was last online two days ago, the night he had sent me a simple 'Good nyt.' Since then, nothing.

Panic started creeping in. What if something had happened to him? I tried calling, but no one answered. I dialed again and again, but the line remained silent. Each unanswered ring only heightened my anxiety.

"Why couldn't he just answer once?" I muttered in frustration. My heart raced with worry. Something felt off. I tried to shake off the dark thoughts creeping into my mind, but they wouldn't go away. What if... what if something bad happened to him?

It was 7 p.m. by now, and Jimin wasn't home yet, probably working overtime. I couldn't just sit still anymore. I had to know if Yoongi was okay. The uncertainty was eating me alive. Without thinking twice, I decided. I was going to visit Yoongi's house.

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