CHAPTER FOUR

“Yura!... Yah!”

That voice bring me back to the reality. I look toward Taehyung. He is standing beside me, lean his back on the wall with his hand in the pants pocket.

“Ne?” I answer slightly. His eyebrows lifted, then he look away. He is mad.

“You’re thinking about him, right?” ask Taehyung while looking at basket court.

I turn back so I can face him.

“No.. I’m not” I said while pouting.

“Yah! Geojitmal hajima. We have been friends for a long time Yura, your eyes tell me everything”

I surprise when hear his words. I just keep silent, can’t say anything.

“I can’t say such a thing over and over. Whatever what you’ll do. But why you always look after him? Even he can’t see your kindness and your sincerity!” said Taehyung madly.

I hold back myself to not say anything again. I have been hear those words from his mouth for thousand times, better to let him scold me than we have to bicker again.

“Even he chooses other girl than you....” said Taehyung again carefully.

“Every person deserves to choose the best one for them, Taehyung-ah. If his choice make him happy, I’ll be happy too” I said with same intonation which I always said to Taehyung.

“I’m tired, you know? Warn you and always say those words to you for thousand times but you’re still the same” said Taehyung. It seems he still mad.

“Ok, you’ve promised me, right? That you’ll forget him..”

“Arasseo.. arasseo..”

“Pink promise?”

“Arasseo Taehyung-ah..” I said while doing pink promise with him.

“Ah, you want me to teach you english, right?” I said as I just remember what he ask for this morning. “Kaja!” I push him back to the class.

“Ooooh... uri Yura choego-ya...” said Taehyung while pinch my cheeks and mess up my hair.

“YAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I glare at him. He just jump happily like a 5 years old child. I chuckled. I don’t know how but Taehyung always success to get back my cheerfulness again after the storm came. I never regret to have bestfriend like him. He understand me more than anyone. Maybe all of Taehyung’s words is right. I have to leave my past. I have to move on.