NO ITS NOT PRINCESS PEACH FROM MARIO
I walk down these halls of my high school like a princess. My name is Bogsunga and that means peach in Korean so i go by "Peach Princess" a lot. I found a love in my high school years and i know it sounds cheesy...
As I wake up I stretch my arms feeling the warm sunlight fly through my window against my face. "Today's a new day.." I mumble, trying to feel less negative and more positive.
As I walk down stairs I see Namjoon sitting in the living room reading a book... he reads books?! Since when? "Hey Namjoonie.." I say as I sit next to him. "Hey sis.." he mumbles. Never leaving his eyes off the pages. I raise an eye brow feeling confused. "Why are you reading?" I ask curiously. "Excuse me? Why wouldn't I be.." Namjoon says still not looking at me.
"Umm.. it's just not you I guess.." I reply holding a pillow against my chest. "Well for the record some people know how to change into good.. unlike YOU." Namjoon says finally looking at me. But this time it felt different. When he used to look at me it was an innocent baby stare.. now it's a "I don't even know who you are anymore" stare.
I gulp starting to feel unhappy again. "I-I'm sorry.." I say as I stand up. "What?" Namjoon says irritated. I immediately feel the rush. I felt sick. I run into the bathroom and open the toilet seat. I vomited..
"Bogsunga!" Namjoon says as he holds up my hair for me rubbing my back. "Are you okay?" Namjoon asks feeling bad. I sigh as I flush the throw up away. "Y-yeah.." I mumble as I go to the sink to wash my mouth off.
"If you're feeling sick you need to let me know.. okay?" Namjoon says as he puts a blanket over me when I'm laying on the couch. Namjoon sits on the other couch next to me and looks at me worriedly.
"Yes.. I understand.. but I don't think I'm actually sick. I'm pretty sure I threw up out of stress.." I explain. "Did my attitude and sass really stress you out THAT bad?" Namjoon says confused. "N-no... I've been through a lot this pass two weeks.." I mumble but loud enough for him to hear my cold shaky voice that echoed through the empty house.
"Only us two are home. Mom and dad are at work by the way." Namjoon explains. I nod understandingly. "So you are okay now?" Namjoon asks. "Mhm." I nod. "Okay good. I invited Mina over by the way." Namjoon says with a soft smile. I nod and smile back. "I'm gonna get ready." I reply as I stand up to go to my room.
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As I got ready I looked in my closet and noticed something I wish I hadn't.. I wish I never took this either.. and I wish I never went in here and had found it.. it was Taehyung's Sweater. When did I get this? I think I used it when I was on my fever.. I pick it up not sure about what I should do with it. "Bogsunga? Are you ready yet?" I hear Namjoon yell out from the closet. I immediately throw Taehyung's sweater away from me and yell back, "u-uh um.. YES!" I yell back. I sigh and feel my chest the spot where my heart is.
"What are these feelings?" I mumble. I should've thrown that sweater away a LONG time ago.. but why can't I? Every time I pick it up it brings back memories I can only feel and see when I touch things that remind me of Taehyung. My heart.. it felt so fuzzy and tingley for a second..
I sigh and stuff his sweater under my dresser and immediately start getting ready. This is what I wore,
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