Faking It..... A J.HS FF

𝑈𝑛𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠...

Y/n POV

After lunch, Jungkook walked me to my class, his concerned gaze lingering on me. "I'll get going, Taehyung's waiting for me in the cafeteria," he said. "I won't be around for the whole period, okay?"

I nodded, still reeling from the emotional turmoil. Hoseok's secrets and lies weighed heavily on my mind.

"Take care, Y/n," Jungkook said softly, patting my head. "Just give him a chance, okay?"
I nodded again, unsure if I could forgive Hoseok. Jungkook's words echoed in my mind as I took my seat.

The empty chair beside me seemed to mock me, reminding me of Hoseok's absence.

Why did he have to hurt himself?

Didn't he trust me? I was his girlfriend, after all.

Just as I began to spiral into thoughts, the chair beside me scraped against the floor. I turned, surprised to see Hoseok sitting down. When he looked at me, I stared into his eyes, which looked like he longed for me. The intensity of his gaze took my breath away.

And then he said, "I know what you're thinking. Yes, I was longing to see you."

I was left shocked, my mind reeling.

Did he just read my mind?

How did he know exactly what I was thinking?

His words hung in the air, making my heart skip a beat. I felt exposed, yet drawn to him.

"I know you're hurt because of me," Hoseok continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "and it's okay if you don't forgive me."

I looked at him, my voice firm but gentle. "I'm not angry because you hurt me, but because you're hurting yourself by weighing it all by yourself."

Hoseok's eyes widened, surprise etched on his face. He hadn't expected me to say that. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the desperation to be understood. "You're not angry with me?" he asked, his voice laced with hope.

I shook my head, my heart aching for him. "I'm angry because you didn't trust me enough to share your burdens. You're shouldering this alone, Hoseok. Why?"

Hoseok's gaze dropped, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I was scared, Y/n. Scared of losing you. Scared of what you'd think of me." I reached out, placing my hand on his. "You should have trusted me," I said softly.

Just as Hoseok opened his mouth to speak, the teacher walked into the classroom, a stern expression on her face.

"Alright, class. Settle down," she said, her voice commanding attention.

Hoseok's eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "Not now," he whispered, his voice barely audible. I nodded, understanding.

The teacher began writing on the board, and Hoseok's gaze dropped, his shoulders tensing. I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "We'll talk later," I mouthed. Hoseok's eyes met mine, a glimmer of hope.

Later couldn't come soon enough.

As the teacher droned on, I found my mind wandering back to Hoseok and the secrets he was about to reveal. But before I could get lost in thought, the teacher handed out worksheets with questions related to the lesson.

"Work in pairs and solve these problems," she instructed. "It'll be part of your exam preparation."

Hoseok leaned over, his shoulder brushing against mine as we shared the worksheet. Our hands touched as we worked on the problems, sending sparks through my skin.