'I Hate You' | jk ff

Chapter 4

Changing places might've not been the brightest idea.

Nothing really changed anyway. Over the past few days I've learnt that Jimin may also not be the best at maths and now I have both Jungkook and him barking questions at me as if I was any better. Usually, we'd ask Jihyo for answers, and she'd give them just to keep the peace going, but now she was on the other side of the classroom, actually enjoying herself.

Momo, on the other hand, was like a human siren. An alarm. Anything that was just loud. And the worst part was that she sat right beside me, screaming so loudly I would almost fall off my chair. Jisung had a natural tendency to fall asleep whenever Mr Jung would open his mouth, and like the great friend he was, I was left alone surrounded by idiots. I would consider myself as one of them, but then again I would never put myself in the same category as Jungkook.

The bell rings for lunch, and I'm stuck behind once again clearing away my things as the class empties. It seems I'm the last one here, because even Mr Jung has left the classroom.

I put my pencil case inside my bag, and close the zipper before I walk out the door. Well, only halfway before I feel someone grab me by the wrist and slam the door behind me shut. I don't even need to look to guess who it is.

"What the hell are you doing?" I say annoyed, he was close, too close for comfort, so I push him away.

"You know what I'm gonna say."

"Actually I don't. I'm not a mind reader." I shoot back, trying to hide a smirk. But I do know. I know exactly what he's talking about. You see, over the summer I had one-upped Jungkook after I had walked past him for a late night trip to the nearest 7-Eleven.

If I had any advantage over Jungkook I would take it.

He knew that I knew.

"You think I forgot?"

"Forgot what?" I say innocently, as he grows more irritated.

"Don't play dumb Yena, I'm talking about the video." There was a serious tone about his voice, and I can't help but laugh.

I take a moment to feign innocence, as if I still don't know what he's talking about.

"Ohhh, that video."

"Delete it."

I turn away from him, reaching for the door and opening it. When I'm halfway out, I turn back to see a hint of nervousness in his eyes, but it doesn't bother me. Not after what he had done to me through the past years.

"... I'll think about it." I say smiling sweetly, one where he can tell it's completely fake. And I slam the door shut on him.

***

I enter the lunch hall, searching for friends, one in particular who I know would be piling food on his plate, and sure enough when I turn to that specific area, he's doing exactly that.

"Jin!" I scream from one end of the hall, and some people turn to look in my direction but Jin turns around and catches me, greeting me with a smile. I run to him, meeting him in a hug, slightly suffocating him.

"Yena– I... need... air–"

I pull back almost immediately, apologising.

I queue up, waiting as the dinner ladies pile the usual lunch of rice and soup on my plate. Jin's already left the line and gone to our usual table. It's a slight struggle to balance my tray, bag and books and sure enough, I end up dropping all of it, myself along with it.

Yes, trust me to pull the most embarrassing shit on my first day back.

The only thing which I save is the tray which I manage to keep balance of as everything else practically collapses onto the person sitting right in front of me.