Love Hate [Vhope]

Chapter 13

Namjoon P.O.V

"Yes Namjoon?" Seokjin asked curiously, his eyes widening slightly, and I instantly regretted tapping his shoulder. He looks so innocent, but I had to do it.

I took a deep breath. "I saw you holding something that looked like Hoseok's necklace when I came in."

"And? You think I took it?" Seokjin asked.

"No- I mean I'm just clarifying." I quickly replied.

"Am I such a person to you?" Seokjin's expression darkened.

"Sorry! You're a nice person but I really want to clarify." I relented.

Seokjin started laughing. "I'm just joking! I didn't take the necklace."

He reached in his bag and pulled out a necklace. "I think you saw this?"

The necklace he held in front of me looked similar to Hoseok's but not his. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry for doubting you. I feel bad for Tae. Hoseok has been his best friend. He must be feeling terrible."

Seokjin nodded. "It's okay. I feel bad for him too. Let's hope he finds the necklace soon."

I nodded. "Well then thanks Seokjin. Bye! Be safe."

"Bye Namjoon."

Taehyung P.O.V

I flopped onto my bed. Flipping open my phone, I was slightly surprised to see so many messages.

Jimin: Hey are you okay? Please don't be so upset. We will find it for you.

Yoongi: Tae please be alright. I'm worried.

Namjoon: Take care of yourself Tae. I'm sure the necklace will be found soon. It's not your fault.

Seokjin: Don't feel so upset Tae, if you ever need help let hyung know!

No Hoseok.

Feeling upset, I typed a reply to assure them that I'm feeling fine.

How do I sleep tonight? I always loved night time, because I could think about anything I wanted without being disturbed. I could laugh randomly without being judged. But today, I hated night time. Because it gives me time to think about Hoseok and it intensifies my pain.

But at least I could cry without being judged right?

I laughed to myself. Kim Taehyung you are so pathetic. You came into this school labelled as the bad boy, now what are you? Hated by your best friend?

The wet spot on my pillow grew as time passed, and slowly I cried myself to sleep.

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Choosing an outfit for school was never this easy, I thought. All I need was a pullover. To cover up. I pulled on the black hoodie, wincing as the sleeve brushed onto my wounds. Thank god the weather was starting to get cold, otherwise people would really think I'm a weirdo.

"Tae?" Jimin said anxiously as I arrived in school.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yup, I'm fine." Lie lie lie.

"Good. Why are you wearing this? I thought the cold never bothered you."

"It does." I feigned a laugh. "I catch a cold easily."

"Oh okay. Take care of yourself then."

Jimin is always so caring.