Jungkook's perspective
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I stare at the ceiling, waiting for my alarm to go off.
I groan as I look over at the alarm clock next to me. 4:30 am. Good enough.
I stand up and stumble tiredly towards the bathroom. I stand in the shower under the cold water, waiting for it to heat up, and let my thoughts wander.
I thought again about the black haired boy, the way his body responded to me, the way it felt. I also remember the shocked look on his face, that bordered on disgust, but never quite crossed that line. The words he said echoed again and again in my head.
'It never happened.'
I stared at the glass shower walls. The water was now scorching hot, my skin turning red under it.
"It never fucking happened."
I chuckled to myself.
"I never fucking happened." I muttered to myself.
"What kiss?"
I punched the glass.
"I had a weird dream."
Punch. A crack apeared in the glass.
"Jungkook is just a friend."
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Pain.
I look at my hand, there are a few scratches and deeper cuts on my knuckles. I look at the wall and see where the glass had broken. It hadn't broken completely, just the kind of damage that almost looked like a spiderweb, more condensed in the middle but tapering put in random patterns. The cracks were sligjt red from my blood.
Sighing, I picked the shards of glass out of my hand and ran my hand under the hot water until it stopped bleeding.
It was a distraction in the very least.
It still hurt like a bitch though.
I'm fucking idiot. In more ways than one.
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I sat down just as the late bell rang for first period.
"Hey." Said Yoongi beside me.
I grunted in response.
I ignored Yoongi's glances through the lecture, it wasn't until I was working on a particularly difficult problem when he nudged me.
"Hey, Jungkook?" The worry in his voice made me turn my head. "You're.... uh...." he said and worried his bottom lip.
I suddenly feel a pain in my hand, simmilar to the one I had felt earlier this morning. I look down at my hand, and see that the scabs that had started forming were braking open. One of the deeper ones had started to bleed.
Yoongi looked pale at the sight of it. It seemed odd. I hadn't thought of him as the squeamish type.
"Are you uh....." he trailed off, looking away from my hand.
"Oh, yeah I probably should." I stand up and walk over to Mr. Stewart's desk. "Hey, could I maybe go to the bathroom and clean myself up?"
"Yeah, definitely." He says glancing at my hand. Then goes back to grading papers.
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When I get back to class I sit down to do more problems when the bell rings. Almost immediately Yoongi's presence was gone. I figured he was probably still a little scared about everything last night, so I waved the notion away.
Afterall, it never happened.
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Sorry for the short chapter, but I felt like I should end it here. I have something else to write about.
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