Chapter 38
We reached her room hallway.
She quickly held the door handle and looked back once… like she was checking if someone was watching.
Then she opened it fast and went inside.
I followed quietly.
I wanted to ask why she looked so careful and rude to her mom …
But it wasn't my business.
The room was huge.
Not just big.
Huge.
Soft lights.
White curtains.
A study table with a clean computer.
Books arranged like a library.
Perfume smell in the air.
"Are you the only child?" I asked.
Why wouldn't I ask?
How can someone live in a house like this… and sleep alone?
She smiled softly.
"Hmm…"
Just that.
My brain was boiling.
She is really rich.
Like… drama rich.
"You can walk around. I need to use the bathroom," she said.
I nodded.
I placed our books on her table and sat down.
Her computer had cute stickers.
Little plasters design.
Stars.
I smiled.
Then I saw a notebook.
It looked normal.
I told myself not to open it.
But my hand betrayed me.
I flipped the first page.
"I hate my mom!!"
My heart jumped.
Oh no.
This is a diary.
I shouldn't read it.
I was about to close it—
Then I saw a sketch.
My fingers froze.
Jimin.
It was Jimin.
Drawn perfectly.
His soft eyes.
His lips.
Even the small mole near his neck.
And beside the drawing…
A cute plaster design.
My heart felt weird.
Does she… like Jimin?
No.
I can't assume.
Before I could close it....
"Yah!"
She rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed the diary.
She hugged it to her chest.
Her face looked scared.
"I'm sorry!" I stood up fast.
"It's okay…" she said softly.
But her fingers were shaking.
The room suddenly felt heavy.
It was already 8PM.
She gave me black pajamas, a hair net, and a toothbrush.
"Yours are wet," she said.
The pajamas were so soft.
I swear… this one cloth is like four of mine combined.
After changing, we both sat on the bed.
She lay down and stared at the ceiling.
.
"So… where is your dad?" I asked.
I know I shouldn't.
But there was no single picture of her parents together.
Not even one.
"He is out of the country," she said.
Pause.
"They are divorced."
Silence.
"And it's because of my mom. She chose money over him."
Her voice cracked a little.
Oh.
So that's why.
That explains her anger downstairs.
I didn't know what to say.
So I just stayed quiet.
Sometimes silence is better.
She laughed a little.
"Sorry for adding you to that messy story."
I shook my head.
Then I looked at her.
Straight.
"Do you like Jimin?"
Her eyes slowly moved to me.
She didn't answer.
She just smiled.
But it wasn't a happy smile.
It was the kind that hides something.
Then she said....
"What about you?"