Though I had made things right with Jungkook, I still can't get myself to be friends with Lalisa. I will always be envious of her. How she has Jungkook and I don't. But, I have been able to reason with myself, accepting that I can never have him. I know that I messed up in the past. And I hope that he has a beautiful life wherever he goes. I know he is going to California for school, which is exciting, but so is she.

As for me, I'll be going to University and also try to get auditions for acting at several companies. But as for Taehyung and I, he's going in the same route as me. And we're still good friends. And I know he still really loves me, maybe in the far future... I can learn to love him again. I want to learn how to be more straight forward with my feelings and love Taehyung the way I know he should be loved, not the way I've treated him constantly in the past. I wouldn't want any of that for him again, or maybe he'll even find another girl who will love him. But the more I think about this, the more I wonder it I would be okay with that.

**
• One Year Later •

Days had gone by at the university very slowly and exhaustingly. I'm running on four hours of sleep, two coffees and a accidental nap in my psych class. Midterms are out of the way and now I can take a breath for a second. I haven't talked to Jungkook, still. He said he'd come home after finals for break.

I've only seen pictures of him and Lalisa up on his Instagram. Or when he'd call his mother and my mother on FaceTime and I'd see him for a split second. He looks so happy in California, he also speaks English so well. And he's with her. I stare at the selfie I posted yesterday. Is it honestly the cutest picture? Sort of. I mean. It did get almost 10,000 likes and 1,000 comments about how beautiful I am.

So I guess you can say it's a really cute selfie.

I smile as the number of likes and comments continue to get bigger. A lot of the girls I knew in high school are commenting how gorgeous I've become and how I'm so good at fashion. Many people asking if we can hang out soon. I then click on the home button and I look at other peoples posts. Something new then pops up in my feed.

I go to the comments, wanting to ask if he's going to show up to his mother's house cause she's been waiting for him. But I see too many comments about other things. So I don't comment anything.

I grip my phone tightly as I stare at the photo she just posted along with the comments. I guess they're in Busan. I'm surprised that they're staying in a hotel, maybe they want to surprise their parents. I possibly won't even be seeing them today, I'd at least like to know if I'd be able to see Jungkook. I click on her Instagram page and stalk her a little more.

I bite down hard on my teeth. She has more pictures of herself than of Jungkook. Well... her recent ones. Jungkook mostly takes them of her, he's all into photography now or something. Which of course I could see that he's good at it, he's good at everything because he's Jungkook. So she's basically his model and he's always taking pictures of her. And her pictures all say, "Photo creds to: @/J_Jkook97." I then click on his profile.

I look at all the pictures of their Coffee dates at Starbucks and they even went to that beach with the ferris wheel on the pier. Other beaches that I can't even say all their names, I forget the name of the stupid beach. But they went there all the time and during the summer they took so many pictures in their bathing suits. She even grew out her hair and let it get to her natural color, that's why I can't call her 'the blonde' anymore. So I'm just being nice by calling her Lalisa, since she has a name.

I even look at they're older pictures from last month, like on his account where he took a picture of her while she slept in his dorm room. She was all cuddled up in his white blankets and was wearing his sweater, or all the gym pictures they post where they go and work out. Her body is practically perfect, and so is his.

His posts gets nearly thousands likes and comments about how cute they are. And! It doesn't help that they're going for the same profession. Nursing, it's so dumb honestly, do they have to do everything together? Do they even hav- They wouldn't possibly, do they even know how to French? I don't think they'd ever do that... right? I turn off my phone and shove it in my bag.

I stop in my tracks and stare at the coffee in my hand, the dumb girl wrote Jenny instead of Jennie. I roll my eyes and sip my coffee. I step forward without looking and ram into a body, coffee spilling all over my Gucci navy blue ruffles dress. "Ugh!!!!!" I scream, catching many people's attention. "Do you understand how expensive this dress is!? I spent $1,700 dollars on it!" I toss my bag on the floor in a damn tantrum.

"For your information you rammed into me." The person tells me. "WHATEVER! This dress probably costs more than your life." I look up at the person. "Jennie?" Leaves his lips, those lips. I'm lost at words. Gosh, this is so cliché. Someone kill me now please, it's like I'm in the Notebook or something. Oooh gosh, why'd I think the notebook? That's his favorite movie because he thinks Rachel McAdams is cute. Why do I still remember that!?

He then looks at my dress, "Oh dang it, that's Gucci." He whispers. "Yeah." I frown, knowing that I'd never be able to fix the dress. I saved up for this dress and now it's ruined. "I owe you don't I?" I look up at him. "Well no duh, how do you purpose to pay me back? I can guess that you-" his shirt, it instantly catches my attention. "That's the Oxford Duke Shirt!" I exclaim, my hands having a mind of their own at I touch the red, black, and white snake on the collar of his shirt.

I hear him chuckle and my face heats up and I pull away. I grab my bag and pick up the coffee cup from the floor. I clear my throat and start over. "Yes, you owe me." I say in a softer tone as I cross my arms over my chest. "Good." He shows me that rectangular smile that brings back memories. "Good." I throw nose up and look away from him. "Can I take you out for coffee since I spilt yours?"

"Yes." I say instantly. "You'd ought to." I add. He chuckles catching my attention, "I don't remember you ever being this snobby." He pinched my nose and turns to walk in the direction of a Starbucks. My jaw drops and I stomp my foot, not too hard though. My shoes are Gucci too. I run up to him and he just digs his hands into his nice jeans.

He's got a dumb smirk on his face. "Wipe it, Kim." I tell him through gritted teeth. "Or what?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and he looks at me. My eyebrows knit and I throw my nose up and walk faster to the Starbucks. He's literally only seconds behind me, since he has long legs.

I walk into Starbucks and right up to the register, "Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar-Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No Whip." I tell the girl. "Name?" She asks. "Jennie. J-E-N-N-I-E." I spell it out for her. "Okay, and for you sir?" She asks, I turn and he's right next to me. Too close for comfort, I'd say. I couldn't easily lean forward and kiss his neck. NOT THAT I WANT TO!

"I'll have a Iced Half Caff Ristretto, Venti, 4-Pump, Sugar Free, Cinnamon, Dolce Soy Skinny Latte.", "You're so simple." I roll my eyes. He just raises an eyebrow as he looks at me and hands over the money. "And the name for you?", "Taehyung." He says. My chest collapses to the sound of his voice saying his name.

Stop Jennie.

**

"Oh, I see." He just stirs his drink then looks out the window. "You haven't gotten an interview yet?" I ask him. He just shrugs. "I'm lagging Jennie. Just... after my father died, it's been so hard for me to get back in the mood for acting." My eyes water. "I'm so sorry Taehyung, I.." I'm choked up. "I mean, how could you know? I haven't talked to you in a year so.. you wouldn't." He just shrugs.

"How's your mother anyways?" He asks. "Good." I say simply. "That's nice." He nods. I look down at my drink, it's silent for a while. This is wrong, I bite down real tight before I find the strength to stand up. "Thank you for the coffee, don't worry about my dress. I should go." I say, only to have him grab my wrist.

"Jennie, we still live in the same city. We can leave together." He looks deep in my eyes, something about his eyes told me he didn't want to be alone right now. I should know damn well that all his life he's been alone. Had that look in his eyes always been there? How could I just be seeing it now?

I just slowly nod and he gets up, letting go of my wrist. We walk out of Starbucks together and he continues to drink his coffee. The only thing we can hear is the wind and our Gucci shoes tapping on the floor. Dang, he's wearing the new addition slip-ons with the buckle in the front and- I need to stop with the talk of Gucci.

There's still this feeling in my heart now that I see him. Why am I so confusing? Why can't I just make up my mind about anything? It's like when we first started coming to the university, I avoided him at all costs. And even now, before I saw him today. If I'd see him I'd walk in the other direction or hide my face so he wouldn't see me.

A lot of the times he would be walking with girls. I mean, I guess they were pretty. But I personally think he wasn't interested. When we get on the train to go back home, I sneak little peek at him. "So I'm sure you've had several girlfriends in your year at the university." Flows out of my mouth like word vomit.

He chuckles. "I expected this from you Jennie." I gasp. "Not that I care." I spit. He grins. "I honestly only dated one girl.. Areum, from high school." My jaw clenched and I look forward, "Oh." I say. "But it didn't work out cause we both wanted different things and she gave me the, 'it's not you, it's me' bit. Which I already knew it was me." He says simply. I look away from him and sip my drink, if only it was tea. "And you?" I look over my shoulder at him. "That's a weird thing for my ex to ask me." I tell him.

He smirks and looks away from me. "Ah, I see." He sits back and his finger taps his cup a couple times. "You've dated maybe.. two other guys in your year at the university, and you're dating one of them right now." He says. I laugh. "One guy and it only lasted for a month cause he said I was too expensive."

"Geeze, I wonder where he got that idea." I chuckle at his reply, I then feel myself become really comfortable. "But I couldn't really get myself to date other guys, they all wanted was to get some." I stare at the floor of the train. "Same, a lot of girls tried to get at me when they found out that I have money." He says, I nod. We don't talk after our conversation, and the next thing I know is he's sleeping. I stare at him as he has his head thrown back on the seat.

I then go onto my phone and quickly stalk his Instagram.

My eyes stare at all the professional pictures on his page, I hadn't noticed that he looks so hot. I MEAN! The pictures look nice, his face looks.. nice. I quickly go back to my home page and turn off my phone, I slowly look back at him.

Flashbacks of those times he'd fall asleep with me in his arms, or when we'd nap in his bed or on the couch. My face heats up to the thought of what we did when we were together. I take the coffee from his hand so that he doesn't drop it. I grin to myself when memories of how happy Taehyung would make me feel, flows into my brain.

After a long time the train stopped and we were back home. "Taehyung." I shake him, his eyes open and they look straight at me making my face heat up. "We're home.." I tell him, we get up and leave. "Want to share a Uber with me?" He asks, I look at him, "Why are you being so nice to me? Don't you hate me?" I ask him. He takes the last sips of his coffee and tosses it into a nearby trash can, so do I.

"Why would I hate you?" He asks, I look at him in bewilderment. "What happened back in-", "I've learned to forget about the past Jennie, the future is all that matters." He looks at me and grins. "So in other words, no. I don't hate you and I'm being nice to an old time friend." He adds. I grin back and smoothen my ruined crusty dress. "We can be friends, right?" He asks. "Yes." I say instantly. He nods and pulls out his phone and orders the Uber that we share and he paid for.

"So how's Jungkook and all?" He asks. "I saw he's in Busan again with Lalisa." I look at him.  "Yeah, he's good I guess. I don't talk to him much but he's here." I say, he nods. "The Uber is just around the corner so he should be here in like a minute." He adds. "Okay." Is all I reply, and just like Taehyung said, the Uber was in front of us in a minute.

We get in and Taehyung tells the driver my address. Then we are driven to my house, I stare outside the window and think about all the times I've honestly missed Taehyung. When I was studying, on the train, walking home, or even when I stalked his oddly aesthetically pleasing Instagram with all his Gucci clothes and pictures of him in a office.. which makes me think that he signed the paperwork to his parents business but I don't feel like asking him something so sensitive.

But anyways, I'm happy that he's here now, it must be a sign that he's here. That I met him the way I did, I'm trying to tie all the loose ends together even just a little bit. But I can't jump to conclusions and assume that Taehyung wants something with me and that he wants to try again. I'm not sure if I could do that to him, we're both emotionally unstable.

Before I can think anything more of how I feel about Taehyung, we pull up to my house. I turn to him. "Sorry about the dress." He says. I chuckle. "It's fine.", "The hell it's not, that's Gucci. I'm definitely paying you back, the Gucci Gods would execute me if I didn't. Plus, it wouldn't be the first time I pay for your dress." I smile, more memories run into my head. "Goodnight Jennie." His eyes looking straight into mine. "Goodnight Taehyung."

When I'm about to get out of the car I turn to him, "I've missed you." I tell him with 100% honestly, he looks at me shocked. Coming from a girl like me I know he wouldn't expect me to say it to him, or even at all. "Thank you." I whisper to him before I plant a kiss on his cheek, I then get out of the car before I can see his reaction. I run up to my house and enter, a huge smile on my face. "Jennie! You're just in time! Jungkook is here!" My heart drops to my mother's voice. I walk into the living room and there sits Jungkook on the couch getting his ear talked off by his mother. I stand there, staring at him, he looks so different from his pictures.

He's slightly tanner, due to the Californian sun and heat. His hair has dark brown along with light brown highlights, parted half way as always. He seems to have piercings, one on each earlobe. His chest much more built, his shoulders and arms bulging in his white shirt. His ripped jeans tight to his massive thighs, my goodness. "Hi noona." He says to me, catching my attention. He's never called me this before, I smile at him and he stands up and gives me a hug. My eyebrows knit, I feel like I'm hugging a different person.

I'm hugging a man.

"I hope you've been well." He adds as he pulls away from the hug, he then sees my dress. "Mm." He chuckles. "Guess not?" I shove his shoulder. "I ran into someone and he dropped my coffee in it, but he'll pay me back. I know." I say. "Oh Jennie, you paid so much for that damn dress.", "I know Eomma, that's why he's going to pay me back." I tell her.

"He? Is he cute?" She wiggles her eyebrows, she's been wanting me to find a man already. "It was Taehyung." The house changes and radiates with such happiness, more happiness than when I even walked in. They still like Taehyung, but before they can say anything that will make me feel pressured to do something. The mothers and Jungkook just smile as me, as if telling me something with their eyes and teeth.

"I should go and change out of this ruined dress." I run out of the living room to the stairs and up to my room. I look at myself in the mirror. At the end of the day it's just a dress. But at the end of this day, who knows what will happen. My phone beeps and I grab it from inside my bag that's still over my shoulder. I slightly grin at the text.

-

Kim Taehyung-
I'm glad I got to catch up with you today, I hope we can continue to be friends.

-

Friends, I need friends and I'm grateful that I have some from the past. Things happen for a reason, people come back for a reason. Though they're unexplainable and I think the fact that they're unexplainable makes it more meaningful.

-

Me-
Of course, I'm here for you.

-

I smile to myself and drop my bag on the floor then my phone on top of my bag. I tilt my head as I look at my dress in the mirror. "Oh boy Kim." I whisper as I lightly chuckle and prepare myself to change out of it. I unzip my dress and it falls to the floor. I pull on some high waisted shorts and a cropped tee that says Gucci on it. I feel the air go still and I stop in my place before I do something else, I then hear the front door open and I hear Jungkook's mother practically scream.

"Lalisa! Baby! I missed you!" She yells. I pull my wavy hair into a ponytail and yank on it when it's near my head to make it tighter. I walk downstairs and everyone is in front of the door. I set my eyes on Lalisa, and she looks so happy to be with everyone. As I think now, starting over won't be so bad, we're adults now. I don't have to like her right away, but little by little. Her brown hair almost up to the waist like over her jeans, she still has her bangs. She's wearing a yellow sundress that had little white and pink flowers, complemented by some sandals.

She then looks up at me and her smile gets smaller but she still smiles at me. "Hi Lalisa, how have you been?" I ask her. "I miss home a lot." She nods, and I surprise everyone when I walk up and give her a hug. I even surprise myself honestly. "Hey." I leave a arm wrapped around her shoulder and look at her. "We should all go out for ice cream." She grins and nods. "Okay." She says. I look up at everyone else, and the person who seems the most pleased is Jungkook. This is what he wanted all along, and this time it's real. I'm not going to be what I was.

"Even though you don't like that ice cream? I know you said you like milk flavored ice cream." He teases. "I haven't had that ice cream in a while, maybe it won't be so bad. It's new times now Kookie." He chuckles. I then feel Lalisa's arm finally wrap around my waist and I look at her and smile. "And your dad and brother? I was going to ask." I say. Jungkook grins, "I'll be seeing them later, right now I'm with my girls." He says making the mothers screech and we all walk to the nearby ice cream shop and I learn a lot about Lalisa. She's really athletic, she likes baseball, and she really really loves Jungkook. We all sit down at a table and Jungkook sits down right next to him as the mothers talk off his ear and I talk off Lalisa's.

"And you did that?" She smiles. I nod and blush. "After he texted me." She grins. "And what if he wants to ask you out again?" She asks. I look down at my ice cream and move it around with my spoon. "I don't think it won't be so bad the second time around... you know?" She nods. A smile slowly works up on my face, she's not so bad after all. So this is how it feels to have a person care about what you think, it's like having a female Jungkook.

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