《What Am I {J.J.K. FF}(#wattys2018)》LIE
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"MWO? Girlfriend?! is he crazy or what? Wasn't he's the one who were head over heels for her?" I asked, screaming to them.
"Shhh, it's hospital you forget?"
"Ooh right."
"By the way, tell us her past. Palli palli i'm curious."
"Okay, okay. I tell you in short."
"So, she has this friend. He was an uzzlang in the school. She was just an ordinary girl. They're parents were childhood friends. They're always together.
Until, Minah was transferred to the school. Minah always trying to get his attention. Shortly, she was a slut, even in elementary school.
Minah always trying to get rid of Baram. She did everything to her. EVERYTHING. But, Baram won't even budge to take a step further from him.
Her body were full of bruises and cuts. But, her parents never take care of her. Shortly, she's like an abandoned child. He were always there for her. He always ask her where she's hurt, and promise to her that he'll always be there for her.
But, it doesn't last long. Minah slammed Baram's head hard at the rooftop. Making her went into coma. While she's in the hospital, Minah approached him every day.
Then, not long after that incident, he got into a car accident.
When Baram woke up from her coma, she heard the news that he got into a car accident. She became depressed, traumatized by it. Then she decided to stop meeting him after he was discharged from the hospital.
It was for the best, she told me."
"She remember his name."
"Can't you tell us?" RapMon ask.
"But, promise that you won't be terrified or shocked or SCREAM."
"Okay?"
"Kim Seokjin." I said carefully.
"What? But--?! that can't be true!" They all said.
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"I think it's true." Jin said.
"I remember that my mother told me that i was in a car accident. And i had a childhood friend. I had a crush on her too. But, she's Minah. Not Baram." He said.
"W-why Minah?" I ask him, on the verge of mixed feelings. I don't know how to react.
"Because she just claim that she's my bestfriend."
"D-do you trust her?"
"Of course. She's the only one who takes care of me when i was in the hospital all along."
"O-oh she said that to you. Okay. Believe what you choose to believe." I said. Regaining my energy to speak up.
"Hey! What's the truth?" Taehyung ask to me.
"Uhhh.............. Just keep it that way. Jin, your bestfriend and your crush is Minah. Please don't tell to her about this conversation. Okay? So she won't get hurt twice." I said, saying the last sentence murmuring.
"What?" Tae asked.
Ooh shit. Caught! Caught! Caught!
"N-no." I said nervously.
"Guys, we will talk for a sec outside." He said to everyone.
Dang! Just kill me god. I spilled Baram most horribly terribly past.
"Okay, i knew what's wrong in there. I knew from your nervous voice."
"N-nope. N-nothing."
Ohh Baram. You have to pay me for this.
"Alright i tell you."
"Yess!"
"I don't like blabbering around so i just get to the point. I-i likeyou."
"Whoa easy there, what?"
"What?! You don't hear me? Owhmah-" my sentence was cutted by him.
"I hear you."
"O-oh. Youdon'thavetoansweriknowi'mjustamerestudentandyou'relikewahhagodinourschool." I said in one breath.
"I thin-no i like you too."
I'm not dreaming right? I heard it right, right? Oh may gad. I just got accepted. What should i do?
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"Hey, why are you spacing out?" He asked.
Woww, what a great, nice plot if it happens.
"What? Ohh nope."
"C'mon tell me why are you murmuring 'So she won't got hurt twice' inside?"
"BECAUSE BARAM IS HIS CRUSH, AND HE WAS HER FIRST FRIEND, THE ONE WHO SHE TREASURES THE MOST. MORE THAT HER F***ING PARENTS. Her last friend who she cares very much. Her last friend whom she trusts. Her last friend who treat her like an important person." I broke down crying.
"B-but, he f-forget a-all about it. E-even t-the promise. P-promise never meant to be done. But it's not his f-fault." I continued sobbing.
"Seeing h-her like this. H-hurts me the most. H-her past. S-started replying again. Please i-i beg you. P-promise me to protect her." I completed my sentence.
"Shhh............. I know, i know. It hurts right. I promise you. I'm here for you." He said showing his box smile.
My heart skipped a beat seeing him smile like that. It soothes me.
"Now wash your face. You don't want them to see your after-crying face right?"
"Hehehe..... Right. You can go in first."
"Okay. Don't do anything stupid okay?"
"Okay, okay just go in. You're like my father." I pushed him toward the room's door.
"Pinky promise?" He showed his long hands.
"Yeah, yeah whatever." I lock our pinky finger together.
"Thanks." He said.
"For what?"
"Trusting me. For telling all of this personal stories."
"I count on you. I know you're a good guy."
Then i leave to the toilet. Uhhh............ I hope he didn't see my tomato face.
Then i calm myself and washing my face to reduce my puffy face.
Then i ran back to Baram's room.
I was shocked when i saw Baram sitting in her bed.
"Hey! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? You're not si-" My sentence was cutted of by her.
"I'm okay. Just a little bit of headache right now."
"Thank God. Who did this to you? Tell me. Is it Soeun? Seojin? Minah?"
"Noo it's okay. I forgive them."
"Tell me if anything will happen again okay?"
"Okay, okay."
"Wanna eat something? I bet you're starving after all sleeping you got."
"Yeah."
"Porridge?"
She just nodded.
"Okay, porridge it is."
"Ummm............ Guyss? Hello? We're here too? No thinking of asking dinner to us too?" Jimin said.
"Ahh, right. Ooh Baram-ah they're here to see you. They wait for you actually." I said to her.
"Ooh really? Thanks a lot guys. I bet Jungkook was with his girlfriend?"
They all nooded.
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*PS: OMG OML THANKS Guyss for 100 readers!! Sorry I forgot to upload it yesterday. Soo i decided to make this chapter longer yayyy. Pls vote and comment. I Thank u guyss for 100 readers again.
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