Grief ; The final act of love

You!!

Have a great night my Ms.Hostage.

JIN AE's POV

"So..?"

"What?!"

"Did you see his face?" Aera asked enthusiastically.

She surely is acting wierd.
Since when were she ever interested in men? She's never been like this before. Every time a guy came to talk to me, she used to give me those grisly disgruntled look as if she was gonna puke if I, even for a second, smiled at them.

Her notions for relationships weren't positive either. She has never let me date anyone let alone herself omitting the one with Seokjin oppa. After our one-sided-crush-guy-whose-name-I-forgot transferred, she developed a new crush on the most stunning, dropdead hot and gorgeous, the one and only Kim Seokjin. He was quite a boisterous person and I'd be lying if I said i didn't have a small crush on him too. But it wasn't so serious. Hers was.

Aera's fondness towards him wasn't one-sided though. Their feelings were mutual. They loved eachother a lot more than they showed and soon after, they started going out.

They both were so energetic and cheerful and even I used to never get tired of their silly talks. But unfortunately, i dont know what happened, Aera would never tell me why, they split up.

After weeks of sobbing on her bed ceaselessly, she showed up at my door one day. She asked me to go out on a date with her and I did. We had our day.
I didn't dare to ask her anything about Seokjin oppa because i could see through the falsity of her content that day.

I wanted her to forget whatever had happened between them and wanted her to rely on me.
Since then, I was apprehensive of making new friends. I was afraid that if i did, she might feel left out and think that i was leaving her too.
I wanted to be by her side and i wanted her to be there for me too.

So yeah, ever since her breakdown, she was cautious of whom she was dealing with and became who she is now.

"Nuh uh," I answered. "He was wearing his mask the whole time."

"Oh,"she said in dismay. "Was he tall?"

"Bout 5'10" i guess. Why?"

"Well gurl.... Tall guys are cute."

"How?" I asked. Initially, I have no idea as to why she considered tall boys in the cute category. I've heard people calling short and chubby boys cute but never to the tall ones. Moreover, did she just say cute? A guy? Cute?! Since when did she start calling people cute?!
She definitely has changed.

"What how? They just are.." She stated.
Not the kind of explanation I was expecting.

"Yeeaah yeeaahh whatever," I said sluggishly.

"Did you get his name? Where does he live? How old is he?"

"I forgot to interview him."

"Bitch! You couldn't even ask for his name?!"

I glanced over at that mysterious guy's bomber jacket which was hanging pendulously over my cloth rack. His words kept lingering in my head.
Have a great night my Ms.Hostage.
..great night my Ms.Hostage.
...night my Ms.Hostage.
....MY Ms.Hostage...

I know he might've just blabbered out but I just can't seem to forget it. He called me his. Why??!! Does he know me?? Did we meet before?? Will I ever meet him again?? And even if I do, will I recognize him??
I interrogated myself as I rambled over to where his jacket was.

Will I ever be able to return you to your rightful owner?

" I didn't get to ask." I replied.

"Well....," she took a deep sigh," can't help it then."