Our secret

Apart

I spoke with Jungkook on the phone for a little longer and then he ended the call to hang out more with the others. I rubbed my eyes and walked downstairs, looking down at the red hand mark on my arm where Jimin had grabbed me, I traced around it with my fingers, my eyes watering again as I yearned to see him.

I pulled out my phone and texted him, 'Jimin please, we need to talk about this' I'd been sleeping all day that maybe he was just asleep, and that's why he wasn't responding, when 'read' appeared on my screen. I stood still, my eyes not leaving my phone, waiting for three dots to appear and tell me that he would talk to me, but they never came. I pressed the call button, and each time it would just keep ringing, I just kept pressing the button.

He answered, I put the phone straight up to my ear, "Jimin please hear me out-" I began, but he interrupted me, "stop calling please Y/N, I just want to be alone for a bit." He didn't leave me any time to respond as he hung up straight after saying that. I refused to cry, it felt as though my heart was breaking, my legs were weak, but I still refused to cry any more. At least I had heard his voice, that was the one thing that kept me from falling onto the ground right this second. I made myself some coffee and went back upstairs, in a few hours I'd have to go to school.

I didn't deserve sleep, sleep was too good for me, after fucking my best friend when the day before I had found out my other best friend was in love with me, that was thoughtless of me. Instead I got out my paintbrushes and continued painting, shoving my earphones in to drown out all other sounds.

"Y/N!" I heard a shout after, what I guess had been, an hour or two, "you'll be late for school if you don't leave now!" My dad was at my bedroom door, "I'll drop you off but you need to get ready now." I nodded at him, not finding the willpower to talk to him yet. I picked out some clothes and put them on, they were plain and boring, but comfortable all the same.

I ran downstairs and saw the front door was open, and my dad was in the car, "breakfast can wait then?" I mumbled to myself and walked out the door, locking it behind myself. I climbed into the car and put my seatbelt on as my dad started moving the car, "woah!" I shouted, "sorry, you're going to be late!" I knew if I was late, he'd be late too, but that didn't stop him from locking my door when he stopped in front of school. "Dad?" I turned to him, "I wanted to give you a heads up, your mum called the school, they know to keep you away from Jungkook, I'm sorry sweetheart-" he reached towards me and I flinched away, "unlock the door" I sighed, my face turning expressionless. I heard the click and I got out of the car, shutting the door without looking back.

No one was around and I knew I was late, I rushed over to art, walking in and apologising to the teacher, "ah, Y/N, we've had a new desk arrangement-" this news didn't surprise me at the least, "you'll be over here from now on." It was funny, everyone was sat in the same pairs, except now Jungkook was all the way on the other end of the room, looking over at me longingly. I took my phone out, pretending to look at a reference image, but texted him instead. 'My mum spoke to the school, she's trying to keep us apart, it'll be like this the whole day.' I almost broke down as I wrote the message, my heart beating loudly in my chest, 'meet in the art storage room at lunch, don't let anyone see you, we can get through this.' His text didn't give me much hope but, the way he kept glancing over at me made me feel better.