First Sight (Jungkook & IU fanfic) [REVISING]

First Sight 37 - Danger

Jungkook's POV

"What happened?" Taehyung ask.

"Minho answered the call for Ji-eun," I said dryly. "He said he'll try to keep Ji-eun away from me. I tried to speak to him but he didnt give me a chance. He's mad. I think Ji-eun is angrier."

He gave me a firm look. "Maybe she wants space. I think it got scared her off to the extent that she's avoiding you."

"She can't avoid me, not with this. I said that we'll face this together."

I opened my phone again to send her text messages but I think it's no use.

"What are you going to do about it? You can't just sit in one corner doing nothing."

I gather all my thought finding a way to be possible without hesitation I said, "I have to go to her school and try and talk to her whether she likes it or not. I need to explain all this to her right at this time," I said as I grab my jacket. "I know she'll understand me eventully, hyung."

I am about to step but Taehyung stops me. "You can't expect her to believe that everything will be alright. Not with her being angry with you."

"Believe me Tae, I can sense that she needs my presence. She's just waiting for me to come to her. I don't believe Minho will just answer the call for Ji-eun. That's why she needs an assurance from me. If there's only one person who can save everything. That would be me."

Taehyung give me a glance pondering this and gets his coat. "I'll come with you."

I nod. We get out of the building.

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IU's POV

It's finally my vacant hour. On my way to the faculty room. I feel everyone's eyes on me. Not aware if it's a friendly or snooty. My hands tightened the grip on the books and walks a little faster feeling the environment heated up. I feel uneasy and a little quiver. I walk faster again thinking someone is behind me.

I reach the faculty room relieved. I grope at the pockets of my pants to search for my phone. It wasn't in here. I must've forgotten it on my table. As I took my step going through the shelves inside to reach my spot, I cease. I see Minho stirring his coffee with dark eyes on it. He's blocking my way through my table. I swerve at the opposite direction just to avoid him.

We weren't in good terms. I'm not in the mood to talk with him either. I didn't lack anything being a best friend. I gave my best yet it still deficient.

I grab my phone then pulled my chair and sat on it as to set up my laptop. Computing grades for the upcoming release of students' card for the 2nd Trimester.

There's a sudden shadow that covered the lights from my position. I'm aware it's Minho. He put his tumbler on my table beside me seeming to have forgotten the scenario a while ago.