The fuck did I just do? What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Mina’s already convinced herself Jungkook’s gonna fall for her. Great. Just fucking great.
I stormed out of college, muttering curses under my breath, when a shrill voice sliced through the air.
“Listen, bitch.”
I froze, groaned, and tilted my head back to the sky. Not again.
“I don’t know what you’re scheming, but chill, ‘cause Sana’s about to make your life a living hell.”
Of course—it was one of Sana’s little lapdogs.
“You seriously keep showing up.” I folded my own arms, mirroring her, smirking. “What’s your name again—‘Ms. Sana Side Bitch’?”
Her nostrils flared. “Nancy,” she shot back. “Why the fuck did you bring Hana here?”
I blinked at her, then let out a laugh, slow and mocking— “Wow. You actually answered. Bless your dumb soul. But seriously, why the fuck would I bring her? I didn’t even know she existed until she joined.”
She jabbed a finger at me like she was delivering some grand threat. “Sana’s pissed about that clingy koala. So before she makes a move, I suggest you warn your little bait.”
And with that, she flipped her hair, rolled her eyes, and strutted away like she just won something.
I stood there, jaw tight, fists clenching at my sides. Why the hell is everything suddenly my fucking fault?
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I sat hunched on my homely bed, face buried in both palms, frustration practically radiating off me.
Brain still stuck on the same loop: What the hell do I do about this whole “Jungkook-will-like-you-soon-Mina” mess?
By the time I blinked back to reality, it was already 7:05 p.m. I’d dozed off in a pathetic excuse for a “power nap.”
Dragging myself downstairs, I made a quick stop in the kitchen—hot choco in one hand, a pile of chocolate cookies in the other.
