It's been five days since the dance contest. I haven't heard anything about Jimin ever since. Things have been going as usual, as if that contest hadn't even happen. I don't know if this makes me feel better, but I don't mind it. I chose not to think about what happened anymore. And I'm doing great so far.
Even though it's almost a week since I've been discharged from the hospital, I still have my left arm bandaged, which bothers me so much, because I have to wear over-sized hoodies all the time. I've already seen some girls in school talking about my back and spreading rumors saying that I'm wearing JungKook's clothes now.
Well, that isn't completely untrue. One of the hoodies I've been wearing truly is his, but still.
And today, he's not at school. He's sick because he came to my place on Saturday and left while it was raining because his mother called him. I told him he should get a taxi or the bus, but he said he'll be fine.
Yeah, truly fine.
However, what I'm actually worrying about isn't his health, he'll be fine soon. It's his family. Lately, he had to leave me quite a lot because his mother was calling him, telling him that she needs him home. I don't know why, but I feel like something's off. I remember a few years ago, when days could go by with JungKook sleeping at my house without his mother minding it. Now it seems like we can barely get to spend a couple of hours together outside school. I'm not really sure how I feel about it. I feel like I miss him somehow, even though he's still there. I'm aware he has his own life as well, but... I'm just worried.
Therefore, I'll have to go home by my own today. Hobi is working I guess so there's nobody to pick me up. I don't mind it though. I think I need some time for myself, with my own thoughts.
But I should take this chance to do something I should've done a while ago.
I exit my classroom and look for the familiar face. It was pretty late, most of the students left by now, but I know that the person I'm looking for isn't the kind to leave alongside the others. I decide to exit the school and search for him in the school yard instead. I head to the basketball court and smile to myself when I see that my target was preparing to leave.
More than this, he was alone.
Perfect.
I run towards him exactly when he was zipping his bag. He lifts his head and looks at me confused for a second, before smirking. I try to keep my cool, without acting impulsive. I just need to get this information from him and my job will be done.
"Miss Jung, how may I help you?" he says in a mocking tone, getting his bag and stepping forward me.
"I want to ask you something." I say.
"Oh, straightforward, aren't we? Well then, what do I get?"
"Excuse-me?" I ask confused and he smirks as he walks past me.
I roll my eyes and run after him.
"Yah, Jaehyun!"
He keeps walking, but slower so that I could reach him soon enough.
"What do I get if I answer you your question?" he asks.
You've got to be kidding me.
"A punch in the face will do." I say gritting my teeth.
"No, no, no, that won't do. Yuna, I'm serious. What's my income?"
"I am serious as well."
"Not funny." He says, bothered.
I sigh frustrated.
"What do you want?"
He stops and turns around to face me. By the look on his face, I knew he already had an idea.
"That's what I wanted to hear."
Then, the mocking smile disappears from his face, a cold gaze taking its place.
"You know, your sweet boyfriend ashamed me in front of the whole school, right? You owe me something anyway..."
"I don't owe you anything, you deserved that." I say annoyed.
"I need your apologies." He says, ignoring me.
"What?"
"You and Jeon, both of you will be apologizing to me in front of the whole school."
"Keep dreaming." I say.
"You'll get no answer then." He says and speeds up to the school gate.
"Yah!"
I run after him again.
"We'll do it. Now I need my answer."
He looks at me for a second, like he doesn't believe me. He shouldn't, but doesn't know me well enough to know this.
"Go ahead."
"Why are you acting this way towards your friend?" I ask and he stops in his tracks.
"What?"
"What do you act like a jerk towards Danbi?"
Before I'm aware of it, he catches my wrist and holds it with a tight grip.
My left wrist.
"What did you say?" He asks as I'm trying to escape his grip.
"You heard me, now let me go for God's sake."
Instead, his grip tightens. I could feel the blood going dangerously fast through my veins and my pulse accelerating in an unhealthy way. My fingers were shaking. My blue veins were now more visible through my too-pale skin.
"Why are you asking about Danbi?"
"Because you were shouting at her in front of everybody the other week." I say trying to breathe normally.
"She's not my friend." He growls.
"Oh, yeah, you're right. She was your friend, until you decided you should screw up and leave her alon-..."
"She's not my friend!" he says again, gritting his teeth.
Then did Danbi lie?
That's not possible.
Before I was aware of it, I became dizzy. My vision started to blur and my legs were shaking. My left arm hurt way too much.
"Jaehyun, let go of me!" I say, but his grip tightens even more.
So much that I gasp. It felt like my arm was going to fall, lifeless. It hurt. It hurt too much.
"What I did to her was well-deserved." He says, ignoring my shaking body. "Don't get into things that you know nothing about."
But I couldn't hear him.
"Jaehyun, let me go, please!"
He lets go.
I almost stumble to the ground, trying to regain my balance, but he ignores me and the pathetic state I was in. He turns around and exits the school yard, without looking back.
"Yah!" I say, not knowing who I was calling for.
There was nobody around anymore. Everybody had left because classes had finished a while ago, so there I was alone, sick and scared.
With my last drop of energy, I start to walk towards the school gate. I was afraid to roll my sleeve and look at the bandage. I was 100% sure I was bleeding. Hard.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I eventually make it to the gate. I lean to it, trying to calm down my breathing. But it was useless. Surely, I looked like a teenager on drugs, but I couldn't give a damn about that. I needed to get home.
Aish, why?
I start to count my steps again, in order to distract myself from the dizziness that I was feeling.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
I hear a car approaching me.
Nine.
That's when I fall.
"Yuna!"
And everything goes blank.