Falling For My Enemy ⚠️ [ On Hiatus]

6

Jimin pov.

I pulled the drawstrings of my hoodie tighter, taking in the Christmas lights, pine wreaths, and garland decorating the surrounding homes when it dawned on me-my parents hadn't put up any decorations this year. We hadn't even gotten our Christmas tree up yet, and while Christmas was still three weeks away, we usually put it up after Thanksgiving. What did that even mean, the absence of those things?

I glanced to my right at the sound of laughter and watched as a family-mother, father, and two daughters-piled out of a car and headed into a light-trimmed house. A stab of envy sunk inside my bones.

I desperately wanted to be a part of a real family again. Happy. Carefree. Going places together and then returning home with nothing but joy and content, but instead, I found myself constantly walking on eggshells, always trying to be perfect, to find something to make my parents happy again-to bring us back together.

And look where that got me. All my problems were building and rising to the surface, threatening to spill out of me in one cataclysmic eruption, and today they finally had. When that ball hit me and I saw Jungkook laugh, I snapped.

I embarrassed myself in front of the class.

I almost got suspended.

I was unraveling. And I knew it.

I couldn't keep up the pretense much longer, but I had to try. For them. For us. For myself, at least until I left for school in the fall. If I left for school in the fall. I still haven't gotten any early acceptance letters yet. I checked the mail before I left the house-twice just to be sure.

(A/n: jungkook house)

The jeons, house came into view with their large, sunny yellow exterior, their huge white wraparound porch, and the wind chimes that seemed to endlessly tinkle a cheerful, melodic tune. Above the garage was a giant, brightly painted sign with a grand sailboat created by a local artist. It read, "Welcome to Port," and that's exactly how I felt as I approached-home, at bay.

I started to veer into their driveway when a sleek black car I recognized as Lisa's slowed next to me and came to a stop. When Lisa poked her head out of the window, she smiled. "Hey, Jimin."

"Uh, hi," I said.

I was reasonably popular but tended to float between groups, never associating myself with any one clique. Instead, I socialized with attering of kids from all circles at School, which meant I wasn't unfriendly with Lisa, but she wasn't exactly one of my favorite people either.

She and Tsuyu tended to look down on a lot of people, and their favorite pastime seemed to be hopping from boy to boy. No one was off limits. The word man-eater came to mind. When Taemin dumped me my sophomore year, it was amazing how Lisa had conveniently been there for him in his time of need.

A day later, they were an item. Lisa and Tsuyu were always nice to my face, but I always wondered what they said about me behind closed doors. I suspected it was as cruel as at they said about everyone else.