Bloomed in a garden of loneliness
A flower that resembles you

I was never an extroverted person even when I was in junior school, before my father's sad demise, neither in my high school when I was in my teens. I had a few friends but at the end they all left me. They gave up on me because I didn't fit in them, maybe because I never had tried.

I had bad eyesight since my childhood so I wore spectacles that made me look like a nerd and that was definitely not acceptable for my so called friends. That effected their reputation that they wanted to keep flawless and pretend as they were some cool ass kids.

To me, they were more like new-moneys. Those kids you see in The Heirs - who pretend as they own empires even before they were born. But no, that was not their reality. They weren't not born cool. They just wanted to act as they were one. So I too, gave up on them and refashioned my path.

I chose architecture as my major. To think of this, It was never my first choice neither I was crazy to become an architect. One of the few things in my wish list was to make music. As a kid, when I didn't even know the professions of a composer and producer, I wanted to be one of them.

Then my father died and I being the only kid, thought that I had to choose a better thing, a better path.

Did I compare my wish to something that would just consists of my good grades and a good prefix to get attached with my name?
Yes I did.

Now I think of it sometimes that why even I compared these two things. Being a foolish, as I downgraded my wish to consider it as an option.

My choices brought me to an architecture school. There I met them, a bunch of girls and guys. They were good enough to give me solace and space when I wanted. The thing I learned in this passage of time that I was no longer some low-key demanding teen. I didn't want a baggage of attention and whatever I was getting it was enough for me to survive and live kinda normal and usual life routines.

Needless to say, that I was never a fan of unusualities.

Then he intruded in my thoughts and changed everything in an apocalyptic way. Wishes began to sprout in my heart and his existence caused them to bloom into some beautiful looking flowers.

He was around me since a while but don't know when he touched the right cords and tugged on my heartstrings in a quite right place.

And it was definitely not a love at first sight. Which was more assuring and positive to me.

I wanted to give it to you
After I take off this foolish mask

He was not-so-friendly with me. We never interacted much. We just had mutual friends. It was may be because I didn't have the guts to express my feelings. And I never would.

Because, one; I was apparently a nerd and he was smarty ass guy with lots of swag hugging his planet size ego.
Two; I would never go for the first to confess. I simply didn't have the balls to do so.
Third and most important point that caused me to give up; He was–taken.

And I actually gave up.

But I know
I can never do that
I must hide
Because I am ugly

I couldn't comprehend his intensions when he almost trapped me in when were at his place to work. I couldn't resist to not to expect anything whenever he did a single gesture of care for me. Those times when he asked me to be with him forever, when we witnessed sun rising from the sea and when–

When he attempted to kiss me.

I am afraid
I am run-down
I'm so afraid
That you will leave me again in the end

And here I was, a crying mess not because I cut my finger, not because it was all bloody. Just because he again showed his back latched care. If he wasn't willing to give me something properly and wholly then why was he even shedding some so I would just grab it like a beggar.

I knew very well that sooner or later he was not going to be mine then what was with him, betraying his girlfriend and emotionally draining me.

I never wanted to expect things from him but he made me do so.

When I bashed him with savagery and harshness dripping my words, I saw him sitting on the floor with a remorseful face. My heart melted and guilt began to fill up inside it. Can't I even say my heart ache without feeling guilty over him?

I mentally slapped myself for feeling this way and meanwhile, found Soo Jung aiding my wound. It wasn't that deep so there was no need to go the hospital. I ignored him hardly, still feeling tangible tension hovering the air. When it was so thick that it began to stick in our throats, Jimin broke the ice with his awkward laugh.

"I think, food is almost ready. Besides, I know we all are so in need of some delicious meal. "
He again tried to chuckle but miserly failed. He thought of something better and dragged Jin oppa , Yeri and Namjoon with him in the Kitchen . "Let's get some food ! "

"Is it hurting anymore?" Soo Jung till then had wrapped my wound with some gauze and antibiotics and was asking me with so much concern gathered up in her eyes . I didn't know why but her eyes had something strange. Some underlying questions that she wanted to ask. She was my friend so I could read her away. She didn't say so I didn't pry.
"Yeah, "

"Sure?" she pressed and I forced a smile on my face. I did try but it couldn't reach my eyes. They were still glistening so I couldn't contain more.
"Positive! " I reassured her and she complied to believe me.

I wear a mask again and go to see you

Jungkook grabbed the fruit basket, placed near me and began to process. I was completely ignoring Yoongi so I didn't know when he stifled his sigh and when he shut his eyes for a brief second and when he got up from the floor and left the room.

Okay I wasn't completely ignoring him. Obviously I couldn't.
He would kill me and I'd never even cuss.

Sounds pathetic but this is how it is.

All of them soon retuned along with Jin Oppa's mom. We ate and enjoyed when maknaes made jokes and hyungs and Noonas nagged at them while Mrs. Kim laughed having so much kids in her house all along.

Yoongi though, had left but Hobi and Namjoon brought him back during lunch. Air felt stiffened for a while but soon it filled with laughter. I too laughed along with them. That's what I was supposed to do, I guess .

What I can do is
In the garden
In this world
I bloom a pretty flower that looks like you

After the lunch when almost half of us were about to leave, Jungkook brought a bottle and told us to stay. This shy kid hardly requests anything so we stopped on our way, left everything and settled in the living room, again.
"Let's play spin-the-bottle! "
I squeezed his cheeks and the game began .

In first spin, bottle stopped pointing towards Jimin. He chose dare.
"Jimin-ah, you can't refuse to do the task. You know it, right? " Soo Jung snickered.

"I won't, Soo Jung-ssi ! "
"Yah why don't you call me Noona or Sunbae ? What's with this Soon Jung ssi ? " She mimicked his way of calling her name . Jin oppa shifted on his seat and was going to say something when Jimin pursed a smirk.

"I think I chose to do a dare. "

"Fine. Dial some random number and say them 'I love you! '
"You love me?" With wide eyes, he joked.
"Yah, Jimin-ah–"
"Okay. Okay. I am gonna do it. "

Tae took his phone and dialed a random number. He put the speaker on and bell began to rang.
"Hello! "
Voice sounded like some ahjusshi spoke.

"Hello! Ah, Ahjussi ....I love you. "

With he cut the call and we all fell into a sudden string of laughter till our stomach began to ache .
Next was Jin Oppa's turn. He was asked to walk on his four upside down. And he did it, without any effort. We were all amazed plus shocked to see him this way. He sure had some serious talent secrets. Then bottle ticked to me.
I was definitely not up for some stupid dare so I relied on truth.

"Truth."

"So truth, it is ! "

"Ohkay Hyeri-ah , " Soo Jung paused , giving a dramatic effect in the air .

"When was your first kiss?"

The amusing smile that was seemingly playing on my face, blurred and vanished. My eyes shifted swiftly from my lap to Yoongi and then finally lied at Soo Jung . I faked a smile but couldn't succeed. So gingerly, I settled on a straight face.

"I have never been kissed."
Words came out of my mouth with a harsh grating tone that I severely felt on my tongue. I could say that 'I never kissed anyone' but my self-consciousness played its part.

"Really?"

Many exclaimed in unison. That reaction was natural and kind of expected. I was a 22 years old young adult and majority is usually done with their 'firsts' in their teens. So it was quiet ...
"Y-Yeah." I hesitantly nodded.
"And I had mine in high school." Tae sniggered. Namjoon hit him in the head.

"Me too. " all eyes moved to Jungkook . He barely stifled his chuckle.

"And we all thought he was a kid. " Hobi scoffed and gave Jungkook a quick headlock.
Between all these jokes, Yoongi was quite. He had his head down, his eyes oddly fascinating living room's mustard yellow carpet. Feeling guilty, may be? I threw a guess. Only if he'd know what he does to me!

Bottle spun again and it stopped in front of Hobi . He freaked-laughed and chose dare. Guys began to tease him as they were going to tell him some dreadful task to do.

"Choose Truth! "
Jihyo's voice stood out among the snickering ants.

"He'll choose truth and I'll ask him the question."
I nearly gaped looking at reincarnated Jihyo with her confidence filled voice. Contrary to all of our faces, her face looked straight, without any doubt and full of confidence.

"Alright," Hobi chose defeat and he smiled his million dollar smile while tilting his face. "I choose truth. So tell me, what is your question?"
The calm in his voice was so evident as if he knew the question and answer, both.

"When you're going to ask me to marry you?"

This time we all gaped and by all I mean, except Yoongi . He had a poker face. Our hands attached to our mouths, trying to swallow the situation in front of us.

For a moment Hobi 's smile faltered but he contained his calmness back and slightly giggled .
"Now?" He asked nervously, scratching his nape. Jihyo raised an eyebrow in responses.

"Uh ... If you guys are getting surprised then ...We are dating."

All heads turned towards Jihyo and then Hoseok . This was BIG.
"Since when?" Namjoon composed himself back and asked.
"Since a...year?"

"And you didn't tell us? Not even a single soul? "

"Just wanted to surprise? "
"What kind of –"
"Actually after our trip to Jeju , Jihyo and I went to her parents and asked for their blessings then we traveled to my town and met my parents and told them about us . "

"Stop it here I can't digest more."
I had to get more details from Jihyo so I thought to leave it for the next day.
And after a few more spins, we all wrapped up ourselves and call it an end.

On my way back to home, I received a call from Baek .

"Yes Baek , "

"Hyeri-ah, "
he whispered from the other side , his voice sounded raspy. Though he was older but we were never on the name to name terms.
"Baek , do you know what–"

"I love you!"

And breathe as the me that you know
But I still want you

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TWO CONFESSIONS PLUS REVELATION IN A SINGLE CHAPTER!!!!

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KINDA LONG UPDAT AFTER REALLY LONG TIME..THIS STORY IS ACTUALLLY REACHING SOMEWHERE NOW. HOPE YOU'RE GETTING WHERE IM LEADING YOU TO.

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