Barbie | j.jungkook

10; history class 🌸

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I have been avoiding Mark at all costs. I didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. We have been friends for the longest time, even before he became what he is today, but we couldn't remain as friends. Sydney knew Mark. The three of us grew up together in the same neighborhood until we all moved away from each other.

I remember that day so well. I remember what he wore when he asked to meet me alone. I remember we sat on the swing and he looked so nervous. I remember laughing at him for that. I remember my heart fluttering when he told me he liked me. I remember how I felt so warm when he smiled at me. I considered him as one of my best friends, one of the people I cherish the most. He knew all about me and I knew all about him.

We were so young to be so in love, that I realized when I got my heart badly broken. Mark didn't say a word to us when he decided to move away later that year. We were always together but he never said anything. When he moved away, I tried not to think about him anymore but it just hurts more and more whenever I try.

Sydney was the first to find out and she told me right away. She turned the TV on and I saw him. That heartbreaking moment, as he sang my favorite song for his fans while smiling so effortlessly. It was then that I realized that I was wasting my time crying over spilled milk.  I fell stupidly in love with the wrong person.

The next morning, I came to class and found Jungkook on his seat with his earphones plugged on his ear and Mark on the seat behind mine. We shared eye contact for a second before I ignored him again, making my way to my seat. Jungkook didn't even bother looking at me. I, atleast, expected that from his rude self and I appreciated him bot making trouble for me in class.

"Vee." Mark now stood beside me when everyone was minding their own business during self study time. "Please talk to me. Give me a chance to explain."

A couple of heads turned to our direction. Mark is famous so they must be wondering what a famous person would want to explain to me. I didn't like the attention he was gathering so I stopped what I was doing and looked up at his face.

"Go back to your seat, Mr. Tuan, before I write your ass up on the board." I told him as discreetly as I could. Mark quietly returned to his seat.

Jungkook glanced at me. I didn't mean to but we kinda held eye contact. We were just staring blankly at each other and then he broke away first. I sighed and buried my face in my hands. Why does he have to witness this? Out of all people, why him?

I met up with Sydney during lunch and we sat together at the cafeteria. We walked past Mark's table where a line of his fans were waiting for him to get his autograph. Sydney noticed my foul mood and quickly caught on.

"Did he talk to you again?" She asked as we place out food trays on the table and sat.

"He's persistent. That, I'd give him." I said nonchalantly. "I don't care for him anymore."

"Oh really." She gave me a smirk, "Then why are you so angry?"

"I think you're mistaken." I told her as I ate another spoonful of my food, "I'm not angry. I'm hungry. There's a difference."

"Oh okay then but don't murder the burger." She said and then chuckled.

"Hi ladies! Mind if I eat with you?" Jimin's face popped up from nowhere, making me choke on the lump of food down my throat. Jimin gave me his soda as he sat himself down, "Whoa girl. You okay? I knew you were talking about me but next time, please don't be too obvious."