Jihyo's POV
"I've been meaning to tell you something," I squeaked out after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
Tzuyu put her textbook, notebook, and pen down.
"Yeah? I'm all ears," she gave me a reassuring smile.
I sighed. "Last week . . ."
She reached out and grabbed my hand. "It's ok. You can tell me anything."
I looked into her eyes. Something went off in my mind, and I felt something I had never felt before. But I ignored it.
"Those bruises. I know you know I didn't fall. But . . ." tears started to fall down my face, "It was my parents."
Tzuyu's POV
My heart dropped. I misheard. That's not what she said.
"You p-parents?" I stuttered out.
More tears fell from Jihyo's eyes.
Oh no. She meant it.
"Oh, Jihyo," I said. "I'm so, so sorry."
She shrugged. "There's nothing you can do to make it any better."
I smirked. "I disagree.
She cocked an eyebrow at me, and I put my arms out.
She smiled, returning the hug.
And then we just sat there.
I continued my calc notes, and she pretended like she knew what it all meant, even though I was 2 years a head of her in math.
And doing homework was much better with her there.