𝗜 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 -𝗝𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

✦ Just A Guitar? ✦

𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ♡

"You're driving me crazy! And that's exactly what you wanted, wasn't it?"

That sentence kept replaying in my head as if Jungkook was still full of anger, in front of me. The night had finally passed.

As soon as the sun came up I decided to get out of bed since I hadn't been able to close my eyes since Jungkook left me in that hallway. I was still angry that he lied, but now that I was almost sure that he was just jealous and that's why he had done it, my irritation had considerably decreased.

That still sounded so strange to me. Jeon
Jungkook jealous because of me.

He didn't want me to go meet with someone else and he made that very clear. That's what it looked like right? Jealousy. Most of the time Jungkook did not hide or try to deny what was happening between us, I was amazed when I discovered that what I felt for him he also felt for me.

Now we were jealous for each other and...

This shouldn't happen!

I had to get Jungkook out of my head and
focus on the scene in front of me, the principal was talking on the phone with my father about my behavior. I regret going to that room so early, now I was listening to lessons and how to have good manners from people who had no idea what such things were.

Not that I wanted to hide and expect not to receive a warning for Yuna's hair. I knew this would happen but I didn't want to continue listening to them, my head was about to explode.

That was not the right time, because I was only
here physically, my thoughts were far away from here. They were precisely on the night before.

"Oh yes, of course, sir..." The director spoke on the phone, disguising how nervous he was with a fake smile. He dried his forehead with a handkerchief. "Of course, I will do everything I have to do...The motto of our school is discipline, sir. So don't worry, I will take care of this so that it does not happen again... He's adapting to it... No, not that..... It's just that, between us, your son is a little...Yes, difficult, that's the word... But he's a good boy, I'm sure he'll behave from now on and..."

I looked at my pink Dior watch on my wrist, bored and yawning. Saturday, nine o'clock in the morning. God, it should be against the law to get up so early on Saturdays. I was dying of sleep and my stomach was growling, I was so hungry. It made me more grumpy than usual.

I would turn around and get out of here if it were possible, but this time I would unfortunately have to listen, since the director had given me the phone with my father on the line.

"You're unbelievable!" Dad practically growled on the phone and I sighed, impatient. "It's impossible that you still don't know how to behave or act. You have the least respect for your classmates... Set a girl's hair on fire, really Jimin?"

"Yeah." I crossed my legs and leaned back on the chair, trying to relax. The principal looked at me, a little shocked, a little irritated by how calm I was... "Look dad, I'm not in the mood to hear your speech at all right now and I also know that you have many important things to do. So, could you get straight to the point?"

My ears hurt from Yuna's whining, she was sitting on the couch leaning against the wall behind me. She was hugging Jiwon, who insisted on saying that she was still beautiful even with almost no hair. That was nothing more than a lie.

I rolled my eyes...

"It was very very difficult to get rid of the actions that the girls family wanted take against us." My father said completely ignoring what I had said and interrupting my thoughts. "And if it wasn't for my political campaign I would let you go to jail."