Falling For My Enemy ⚠️ [ On Hiatus]

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Jimin pov.

"Your brother happened. I can't believe the two of you came from the same womb. Are you sure you're biologically related? Maybe your mother had an illicit affair she never told you about," I said as I headed toward my locker.

"Uh, not likely," Taehyung called after me, and I knew it was true. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon was nothing short of the perfect couple. They were attached at the hip, real-life examples that true love existed, unlike my own parents.

"Why did you have to take management? It would be so much easier if you had picked science, then it would be you that I shared classes with, not the animal you call a brother." I stopped at my locker and hurriedly turned the combination lock, then popped it open.

Taehyung leaned against the locker next to mine, his sandy-colored hair flopping in his eyes.

If he weren't like a brother to me, he'd be kinda cute.

"Uh, yeah that would have been great but I don't have Einstein maind like you?" he said.

I couldn't help but grin.

"So, let me get this straight, Jungkook did that to you? For real?"

I grabbed my chemistry textbook and slammed my locker door, then headed down the hall again. "Yep."

"Maybe you should go see the nurse."

I stopped, and we nearly collided again.

Taehyung grabs my waist before steading me.

he was also had a handful of inches on me, unlike Jungkook, who was over a foot taller. I thanked him he just nodded his head in a haze.

A freshman behind us muttered something unfriendly as she went around us.

Ignoring her, I eyed Taehyung warily.

"Why would I go to the nurse?" I mean, it hurt, but how bad could it be?

Taehyung winced as he spun me around, toward the glass pane of a classroom door. It took a moment for me to realize what he was doing until my eyes focused on my reflection. With a yelp, I jumped at my shadowy image, then crept closer.

"You have got to be kidding me," I hissed.

My heart banged in my chest as I took in the damage. My right eye had a swollen half shut, and even from the blurry image of myself in the glass, I could tell it was bruised. How on earth am I going to fix this?

"Great. Just great," I said, hearing the emotion in my voice.

I was going to lose it for the second time that morning. I was two seconds away from having an emotional breakdown.

"Now I'll never find a date to the party." Tears of frustration stung the back of my eyes, but I refused to let my emotions get the best of me.

I inhaled a shaky breath and rolled my shoulders back.

I have this under control.

I've totally got this.

It was nothing a little ice and concealer-okay, a LOT of concealer-couldn't fix.

It's not the end of the world.

"Let's take a moment," Taehyung said, sensing my rising hysteria.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and steered me back toward the lockers.

"But Chemistry. . ." I mumbled half-heartedly.

Taehyung raised a brow. "I'm pretty sure once your teacher sees your face, you'll be excused for being a couple minutes late."