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“Ara! How was your day, baby?” Mum beamed the second I stepped in.
“Oh, you know… thrilling. Classes, lectures, the usual,” I deadpanned, dropping my bag.
“You okay, honey? You look… tense.” Her eyes flicked to the scowl I didn’t even bother hiding.
Yeah, no kidding.
Hard to look cheerful when Jungkook managed to get me all worked up only to leave me unsatisfied.
Absolute legend, that one.
“Ara,” Mum went on, oblivious, “I was talking to Mina’s mom. She said there are some toxic boys in your class. You should stay away from them.”
“Oh? And who’s on the official ‘Toxic Boys’ list?” I asked, raising a brow.
“She mentioned… hmm, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, and—”
“Yep, message received loud and clear,” I cut in, heading for my room before she could finish.
If only she knew the joke was entirely on me.
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“Araaaa!” Mina practically shrieked through the phone.
“Mina, you’re destroying my eardrums.” I winced, holding the phone away from my ear.
“Then don’t make me wait so long to pick up!” she shot back, mock-offended.
I chuckled. “Fair. So, what’s up?”
“Do I really need a reason to call my best friend?” she scoffed, all fake attitude.
Cute.
“Okay, okay. I’m here for you, always.”
That earned me a giggle.
“Good. Because you’re coming to Jungkook’s birthday party tomorrow. Jimin invited us both, so… you’re going.” She said it in one breath, like it was law.
I paused. “Hello?”
“First of all, if Jungkook doesn’t invite me himself, I’m not going. Second… what’s going on with you and Jimin?”
“Bye! Goodnight. Love you, bitch.” She hung up before I could say another word.
I stared at the phone, sighing. Yep — that was peak second-hand embarrassment.
