Despising you

Chapter 11

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Yesterday was eventful to say the least. I slammed Jennie against the wall and threw her out of my house. I have never laid my hands on her before, nor has she done the same to me.

Emotional warfare is our strong suit and while she's made my life hell, the last five years, she's never ever hit me. I didn't really hit her yesterday either, but I did push her out.

Honestly, she had it coming. The way she spoke to Seulgi was abysmal and undeserving. She's lucky all she got was a push, I should have kicked the shit out of her.

Now normally, I couldn't care less if Jennie was mean to someone. In fact, I rather enjoy it. This time was different however, because once again, it was innately homophobic.

"I think I should join another team," Jisoo says, snapping me out of my thoughts as she leans her head against her locker.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Another one? You're in practically every single one."

Basketball. Baseball. Football. Tennis. I'm sure there's many more that I cannot remember. There's not a single sports team that she isn't a part of, it's seriously daunting. I try my best to advise her against overworking herself. Not that she ever listens to me or Jimin when it comes to her overworking nature.

Although I suppose it's hypocritical of me, considering they have both tried to stop me from overworking myself academically; I never listen to them either.

"Except golf," She says. Huh?

"What are you? Fifty years old?" I retort jokingly. She laughs in response until I talk again. "Stop overworking yourself. Seriously, you're doing enough."

More than enough. I want so badly to convey how she's working herself to the bone, but I know she will refute my words.

"Overworking is my family motto," she responds, trying to joke while avoiding my gaze.

Jisoo's family is loving, but they have high standards. Sometimes I count myself lucky I don't have parents. I don't have to deal with constant pressure from the humans who birthed me. I just pressure myself instead.

I pinch her jaw and turn her face towards me so that she is looking at me.

"Fuck your family motto, this is your life."

Her eyes soften. "I know. I'll try to relax." She visibly relaxes and I smile.

I despise seeing my friends nervous or upset, because I'm not the best at comforting people. What I am good at, is hugs. I bring her into me and embrace her, almost cradling her body in a way. She nuzzles her head into my shoulder and sighs deeply.

Before we break apart from the embrace, our heads snap up at the sound of Jimin's voice.

"Darlings, will you please help me with the other boxes? I need to take them into class," he requests, panting.

We break apart to see him holding two white boxes with each hand, I can only assume the boxes are filled with textbooks.

I bet any amount of money that he offered to carry these boxes for someone who is probably very capable of doing it themselves, mostly because he's annoyingly helpful and maybe because he loves showing off how strong he is.

I shake my head. "Of course not, just use those strong muscles you're always talking about."

Jisoo laughs at my statement and Jimin glares at me, not that it can be called a glare, it's more of a pouty, puppy look. Normally, it works on me, but not today. I refuse to partake in any physical activity that isn't giving me gratification of some sorts. I'm a thinker, not a worker.