the golden boy \\ kth ff

confessions

interlude- bts

eunjin pov

I am about to enter the restroom to check just how much of my makeup came off before I am stopped by a very warm, small hand wrapping around my wrist.

"Let me go, Soyoung!!" I plead as I struggle against her oddly strong grip for such a small hand.

"I can't believe you! You expect me to let you go? After you hid something so important from me? From us!?" I guiltily stared at her worried eyes, brows knitted together with anger. I can't even utter a word under her intense gaze; she's always had this effect, she doesn't get mad often but when she does it feels as if the world is crumbling on your shoulders .

"So-Soyoung... I'm sorry.. I didn't want you to worr-"

"Of course I'm gonna worry you idiot! Who did this? It was that stupid old trout wasn't it?"

I hesitate, I know Soyoung very very well, so I know that she will most definitely take action against my grandma. And as much as I would like that, my grandma is my financial support and I can't afford to anger her.

"Y-your insults are getting more creative and-"

"Was it her?!"

"N-no." I barely squeak out.

"No?"

"No." She looks at me like I've grown two heads.

"If it wasn't her then who was it?"

"It was me.."

"Great, so you're telling me that you, a small girl with no physical strength and no desire to do anything too inconvenient for yourself, just decided to give yourself cuts and bruises in places that you can't even reach?"

I laugh nervously ,"You know how I get extra wild sometimes, it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing, needed a new look y'know.."

She laughs incredulously,"Oh that's extra rich, Eunjin."

"Look Soyoung, I know you know it was her, and I know you want to do something probably illegal to her. But you can't do anymore to her without you and I both getting in trouble. She stops paying for my living and she gets to press charges against you for literally any small act of violence. Either way she wins. So please just drop it."

"Bu-"

"Please drop it," I take her hand off my wrist, which was the only place that I wasn't bruised until Soyoung got to me and sigh.

"Look, I gotta go find a job, so I'll see you later. Tell the guys I'm fine and Yoongi that I'll meet him at the gates after school."

"What? What about class?"

"I don't think I could face everyone else if I couldn't even face my best friend without feeling terrible for keeping it a secret. Plus, my body hurts and I just don't feel like going. I'll see you later."

I turn on my heels and walk away despite her protests. Somehow I feel like my finding a way to make ends meet for the next two months is slightly more important than sleeping through 45 minutes of a language that I'm already completely fluent in.

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After reapplying my makeup and picking up a couple of job applications from around the mall, I check my phone to find that school is almost over and decide to head back to meet Yoongi. Yoongi and I hang out after school often doing stupid stuff all the time, but I feel as though its gonna be a bit different this time. I finally arrive at the gates just as the bell rings and sit down on the bench closest to the entrance as the students begin pouring out, knowing that Yoongi will be one of the last ones out.