What Am I To You? I BTS K.T.H

Part 9

Jimin's POV

[Flashback]

I was walking down the dark hallway after school when I heard a voice coming from a classroom.

Who would still be in school at this hour?

I was on duty that night to make sure no students were outside of the dorms. I peeked into the classroom to see if anyone was really inside. I saw Jung Naeun, on the phone. "Hello?" she said, "This is Jung Naeun."

"Um, I would like to ask for some help..." she said.

Since I was curious I eavesdropped. 

But she whispered into the phone which made it harder for me to understand. After a few seconds I hear her say, "Choi Jiyeon."

Did I just hear Choi Jiyeon? Why would Jiyeon be involved with Naeun?

A few seconds later she says, "Thanks! I'll transfer some money to your bank account... So don't tell anyone I told you this."

What? Money? Is she bribing someone.

Open the door forcefully and it slams into the wall startling Naeun. She quickly turns around and realises I caught her.

"Omo, Jimin-ah~ What are you doing here?" She says innocently.

I scoff and roll my eyes. I walk up towards her and grab her phone.

"Why are you calling someone at this hour? Shouldn't you be in the dorms or at home?" I say sternly.

She looks worriedly at me but that changes in a few seconds. A smirk then forms on her face. "Since you heard my conversation, I guess I shouldn't hide it from you..."

I raise an eyebrow.

She continues by saying, "I'm making sure Jiyeon gets beat up... again."

"Again?" I say confused.

She sighs, "Yeah, again. This has been happening for the last three years ever since I liked Taehyung."

I was taken aback and quickly said, "Why are you doing this to her? She didn't do anything to deserve this!"

She rolls her eyes, and snatches her phone away from me, "Well, Jiyeon has always been in the way."

"What do you mean?"

She bites her bottom lip and looks away, "I-I can't endure the pain... Taehyung likes Jiyeon and it just hurts to know that the person you love, loves another person." Tears then start forming in her eyes. She cups her face and sobs.

After a minute of her crying, she wipes the remaining tears off her face and face me again. "Pretend you didn't see that."

"Why?"

"Everybody thinks that  we 'princes' and 'princesses' are perfect and I don't want anyone to see or know about my flaws," she looks me dead in the eye, "And you're the first person that has seen me cry like this."