Jealousy || Yandere Hoseok FF

13

°I breath in a deep breath and let it
out.°

You got this jus-

°I stop thinking when I see a lot of girls looking at me weird and whispering to their friends, pointing at me.°

I should have wore a hoodie...they're probably talking bad about me again...

°But I stop and think to when Y/N told me these habits are because they "like me" or "find me cute".°

Hopefully it's like that...

°As I walk I suddenly make eye contact with one of the most bitchiest but popular girls in the school.°

°Her face quickly heats up and she looks completely confused. I freeze and look down, but realize I might look weird so I look back and and her face only got more red.°

°She walks up to me quickly and stops in front of me. She looks at my outfit making me feel awkward.°

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Becca: Who are you?

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°I gulp and brush my hair back, a habit I do when I'm nervous.°

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Hobi: I'm...Hoseok...or... "that stupid emo kid."

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°Her eyes for wide and she looks surprised.°

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Becca: You're, like, for real??

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°I nod and make eye contact with her again, this time feeling a bit better then before.°

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Hobi: You should go back to your friends...they look like they're tomatoes over there.

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°I look at her friends and smile at them. They squeal and go into a little huddle, whispering to each other.°

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Becca: Like, What happened?

Hobi: What do you mean?

Becca: Over the break? Like, did something good happen...?

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°She twirls a piece of her hair in her finger, still checking out my outfit...or me...°

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