The cold hearted girl || BTS k.t.h.

6

It's been two weeks since the day I told everyone the salty truth, that everyone knew but just didn't want to spit it out. I haven't talked to them much, except for that project I did with Taehyung. We just sat in the library and wrote down everything we needed. Mira and I became good friends. From that day I became part of the school and didn't felt like being alone. Everyone talked with me and I got slightly popular. It kind of annoyed me that everyone wanted to be 'friends' with me but I just ignored it.

Today was Monday and I was standing in front of Mira, who was rambling about some upcoming concert in Seul. I, once again, wasn't interested. I just nodded, completely thinking about other things.

"Are you listening to me Iseul?" She waved in front of my face.

"What?" I came back to reality. "Sorry. What did you say?"

"Of course.." She sighed. "You weren't listening to me, did you? I understand that you're annoyed but can't you just listen for once?"

"I'm sorry, but it's boring." I said "Let's make a deal. I will listen to you if you stop talking about bands and shit."

"Okay. Deal." She laughed. "I will try and stop."

"Thank you..." I started walking to music room. It was a free period for me while Mira had P.E. "Bye!" I shouted to her when I walked into music room.

I mentally face-palmed myself. I wasn't alone. The same 7 boys stood in front of me, except I only saw their backs not their faces. That means they didn't see me. Suddenly one of them started playing some chords with guitar and started singing. No. Are they going to sing? And was I just about to eavesdrop? No! But hey, this is actually the first time I'm ever hearing their voices and it wasn't that bad after all. But they stopped. Did they hear me?

"We didn't know you actually liked our music that much that you were spying on us.." I heard the so called J-
Hope laugh as he turned to me.

"I wasn't! I just walked in!" I said.

"Yeah, sure you did.." Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Then why are you blushing?" Taehyung looked at me and my eyes grew open. Then I felt my cheeks burn. NO.

"I'm not blushing! What the hell are you talking about?!" I looked away. It was pretty obvious that I was blushing but how were I supposed to hide that? Of course by saying I'm not. They laughed at my reply. "Fuck you" I muttered as I walked to my desk and sat down, ignoring their stares. I unlocked my phone and played some games till the bell rang.

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I walked to my locker and put down books I didn't need. I haven't seen Mira all day. I was wondering where she went.. Then I got a text from her. It said that she went home, because she wasn't feeling well. I put my phone back to my pocket and locked my locker. The lessons are over and I didn't want to go home, so I just wandered through school and finally walked out of there. Maybe going to the park will brighten my day.

It was warm outside. Children played on the playground as I walked by. I found an empty bench and sat down. I looked around. It was the start of spring. I saw a familiar face walking my way. It was Taehyung. I nervously looked around to find something that could hide me. But it was too late, he already saw me.

"Hey.." He smiled. No, not that smile again. "Can I sit near you?" There was a lot of empty benches around but he choose to sit with me..

Why..?

"Yeah, sure" I nodded, moving away to give him space where to sit. "You know there is a lot of empty seats, why are you sitting near me?"

"I don't know. It's actually the bench I always go to sit.." He looked around.

"You come here often?" I asked.

"Yeah. When I'm feeling down or in a bad mood.." He explained. "Why are you here?"

"I didn't want to go home" I said. "Needed some fresh air."

"Can I ask you something?" He finally said after a long pause. "Why are you so mean around them?"

"Excuse me?" I didn't expect such question coming from him.

"Do you have a problem with us?" He said.

"It's none of your business." I sighed.

"Fine then. I just asked. You don't have to be so arrogant." He said a little bit angrily.

"And I thought you weren't one of them" I stood up. He looked at me. "I can't believe you. Don't you remember me?"

"Y-you? Why should I? Did we meet somewhere?" He shot his eyes to meet mine.

"Never mind. When did fame changed you so abruptly? Whatever." I walked away. He didn't remember me. How? He was the one who left and he was the one who changed a lot. And me? Not a little bit.

I needed someone to talk with so I chose one and one probably the only person who could listen to me, even if she isn't feeling very well.