Chapter 12

Jinhee POV

I saw the desperation in his eyes. He looked like he might start sobbing if I didn't.

I didn't really hesitate, but I said, "This is the last one okay?"

He nodded and replied, "Promise."

I slowly cupped his cute mochi cheeks and brought my face closer to his.

I could feel his breath hitting my skin and I got a whiff of his colonge before I engulfed his soft lips with mine.

Kissing him softly, I heard him let out a sigh as he cautiously wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I nibbled on his lower lip and I heard him whimper like a puppy.

I slowly pulled away, my hands still cupping his face, my face still directly in front of his.

He looked at me softly, with longing apparent in his eyes. "Satisfied?" I asked him.

He drowsily nodded with half-open eyes. I chuckled and released his face, my hands travelling down to his hand instead, getting a good hold of it before tugging on it and saying, "Come on. It's getting late, let's go home."

Jungkook POV

My heart broke into a million pieces when I saw Jinhee kissing Jimin hyung.

Jimin hyung must have confessed and Jinhee must have accepted.

I've been following them since they left the school, feeling very suspicious of the two. I didn't like not knowing things.

I wish I never got this stupid idea, then I wouldn't have to witness the most heartbreaking scene of my life.

I guess Jinhee doesn't have any feelings for me. My eyesight blurred, my tears threatening to overflow.

Nothing would mend my broken heart.

The amount of sadness that I felt was unfathomable.

I sat silently among the bushes that I was hiding in and let out my misery, even after the two left the park.

Tears trickled down my cheeks as my heart cried out for the girl that I loved but couldn't reach.

The sun was setting when I finally seized my sobs. I walked out of the park in a daze, staring at the clouds in the sky, wishing I could go up and join them.

I drove home, distracted by thoughts of Jinhee and the disturbing scene that I witnessed not long before.

Omma was worried when I got home. "What happened to you son?! You look terrible!"

I sighed and pushed past her, feeling a little guilty for ignoring my mother's concern, but I wanted to be alone.

I think she got the message, because she didn't bother me after I trudged upstairs.

I flopped onto my bed, not bothering to take a shower. My exhausted body finding slumber as I fell into a dream about Jinhee.

*The next day*

I woke up feeling sore all over, probably because I had fallen off my bed halfway through the night and landed on the floor heavily.

I dragged myself to the toilet and took a freezing cold shower. My mind was fuzzy as I brushed my teeth.

I didn't remember why I felt so lethargic, but it didn't take long for me to locate the source of my lack of energy.

My poor heart was hanging by a thread and threatened to collapse anytime.

Jinhee...Jimin hyung...kissing...the park...

The last thing I saw in front of me was Jinhee's smiling face before everything turned dark.

Jimin POV

I slept peacefully last night, dreaming about my date with Jinhee.

I blushed when I reminisced the way her velvety lips smothered mine.

I was on cloud nine today, and nothing could bring down my mood.

I drove to school in my dark silver Maserati and parked it in the school carpark. My phone rang.

I picked it up with a smile, "Yoongi hyung?"

I take back my words, what he said next, wiped the smile right off my face.

"Jungkook is sick?!"

Jinhee POV

I was waiting for Jimin oppa. I saw him walking through the throng of people with a worried expression on his face.

I frowned and caught up to him, "Oppa, are you okay? You look worried."

He sighed and nodded. "Jungkook is sick, he won't be coming today."

I cocked an eyebrow, worried, "Is he okay? What happened to him?"

Jimin oppa shook his head, "No idea."

I frowned, thinking hard, why would Jungkook suddenly fall sick?

I decided to go to his house after school ends so that I can visit him.

*End of school*

I drove to Jungkook's house after getting his address from Jimin oppa, he said he would be coming later because he had something to do after school.

I parked my car outside Jungkook's house and rang the doorbell.

A middle-aged lady answered the door. She was very pretty.

She was wearing an apron over her overalls, as if she was in the middle of cooking dinner, which she probably was.

I took in her small delicate face, high nose bridge and dark hazel eyes. If this lady is Jungkook's mother, I like her already.

She gave me a warm smile and asked, "May I help you?"

I smiled back and replied, "Yes actually. My name is Park Jinhee and I'm a friend of Jungkook's. I heard that he fell sick, so I thought I'd pay him a visit. May I come in?"

She pulled the big brass door open and gestured for me to go in.

She grins and says, "You are a very polite young lady Jinhee, you should come over more often. I believe you're a great of influence on my son."

"Thank you."

"Come, my son is sleeping now, but I think he will be happy to see you. He talks a lot about you."

I must have looked confused, because she chuckled and told me to ask Jungkook when he woke up.

I told myself that I would ask him what his mother meant when she said that he talked about me a lot.

Didn't he always hate me before? Why would he talk about me?