The door opened again.
My heart skipped.
…Yoongi?
I stared at him.
Why did he come back?
Did something happen ?
Maybe the Reporters?
Or Sasaeng fans?
Attack him
Or…
Did he come back because of me?
He stood there quietly.
Breathing a little hard… like he had rushed back.
No one spoke.
The air felt heavy.
A few minutes passed.
Everyone was already tired.
The day had been too long.
Jimin held Minju's hand and pulled her away slowly.
"Let's go…" he said softly.
Minju glanced at me once… then nodded.
Soon..
It was just the two of us.
Silence.
Again.
I looked away first.
"I thought you left," I said, trying to sound normal.
No answer.
Footsteps.
Slow.
He walked closer.
My heart started beating faster.
Why is he coming closer?
"Ji-hye…"
His voice was low, hoarse
Different.
I didn't answer.
If I speak now… I might break.
"I…" he stopped.
Then ran his hand through his hair.
Frustrated.
"I didn't mean what I said earlier."
I blinked.
What?
"I shouldn't have asked you to lie," he continued.
"I shouldn't have said we're dating when we're not."
Silence.
My chest tightened.
"So you know…" I said softly, "you were wrong?"
He nodded.
"I know."
That was it?
Just "I know"?
I laughed a little.
But it wasn't funny.
"You always do this," I said, looking at him now.
"You act like it's nothing."
"It's not nothing," he said quickly.
Then he stepped closer.
Closer than before.
My breath caught.
"I just don't know how to say it."
My heart…
"…What?" I whispered.
He looked at me.
For real this time.
No jokes.
No teasing.
Just him.
"I don't like seeing you with him,or any guy apart from me" he said.
Silence.
"I don't like hearing him talk to you like that or getting closer to you."
My fingers tightened.
"Then why didn't you just say it?" I asked.
My voice cracked a little.
"Why do you always hide everything?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Then
"Because I'm not sure."
That hurt.
I stepped back slightly.
Not sure?
"Not sure of what?" I asked.
He exhaled slowly.
"Of myself."
That made me pause.
"I've never… done this before," he said.
"Caring about someone like this."
My heart softened a little.
But still
"That doesn't give you the right to confuse me," I said quietly.
"I know."
Another silence.
But this time…
It wasn't empty.
It was full of things we weren't saying.
He looked at me again.
"…I'm sorry."
Simple.
But real.
And for some reason
That hit harder than everything else.
I stared at him.
My heart shaking.
"…Then what am I to you?"
He froze.