Trouble

Flowers

A small piece of paper has the ability to change my life. My entire life. I look at it, again and again, willing the magnitude of the situation to sink in. Idiot. 

I had passed with the bare minimum marks. I knew I wasn't as smart as Hye Ri or Lee, but I knew I wasn't this dumb. Both of them hadn't decided on a major yet, and here I was, a Business major flunking her future. 

I slammed my head against the desk, again and again, trying to think, negotiate with myself on what exactly had happened. "Hey," I hear a voice say into my ear. I spring up and look to my left. 

"What's wrong?" Hye Ri tilts her head and looks at me in a questioning manner. I sigh, shake my head and look away. She crumples a bit but doesn't accept defeat. 

"This is a mock exam, you really can't give up." She says trying to motivate me. I looked at the yellow textbook lying on my desk and almost puke my breakfast. I picked it up and stuffed it in my bag. 

"That's easy for you to say," I mumble, and go back to lying with my head down. 

"I didn't sleep for three days, Eun. It's better flunking than risking death." She says, patting my back and lying on the desk with me. 

"You know the sad part? I didn't sleep either, Hye Ri. I flunked the test and risked death." I said with a cold demeanor, turning my head to face the wall, indicating that I wanted to be alone. I couldn't do right by anything these days. Even when I was coming back home from Daegu, I had something about Yoongi's mom and how he should take care of her, and set him off. He hadn't talked to me in the past two days, and he had been at my home, for two days. 

The mid-term break was finally over, and it felt like I had been smacked in the face with a fresh dose of reality. 

"You may leave, now," The teacher says as she walks out of the class. I leave, shouldering my backpack, and walking out of the class, the school, resembling a zombie. I had reached the gates of the school when I felt my elbow being pulled back by someone. 

I turn around, my eyes barely lifting to look into the person who had rudely interrupted my internal self-hate monologue. 

"What do you want, Jae?" I ask, sighing at the familiar boy's familiar smile. I turn back around, looking at the gates of the school. So close, yet so far. 

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks. I scoff and look at him with so much ire that he takes one step back. 

"What's it to you?" I spit, pull my elbow from his grasp, and walk towards the gate. I rounded the corner and rammed head-on into something that smelled really nice. I took one step back, inspecting the object that had blocked my path. When I had taken a step or two away from it, I saw Yoongi's head resting atop a bouquet of flowers. 

I sigh and decide to walk past him. He intercepts my path again with a side-step. 

"What?" I ask, irritated way beyond my limit. 

"Take it," He stretches the bouquet toward me, and shakes it in my face. I stifle a loud, frustrated groan, and take it from him. I then begin to walk by dodging him when he side-steps again. 

"I took it," I said, raising my eyebrows, implying that I was still really pissed at him, and flowers were just not going to cut it. I didn't need a verbal apology, I just needed a reason for his outburst. 

"Sorry, Eun In," He says without breaking eye-contact. I look away, however. 

"For what?" I ask instead. I was too irritated to not act like those girls who pinpointed every little detail and fought over every little thing. I hated being like this, but...

"Screaming at you, I shouldn't have." He said, folding his hands behind his back. I straightened my backpack strap and looked at the flowers he had gotten me. They were pink colored wild flowers, and I smiled a little bit, instantly coughing to cover it up. 

"Why did you scream?" I asked as if I were talking to a child, helping him back track and try to find the point of weakness in his tectonic behavior that had caused him to erupt like a volcano. 

"Actually, I didn't like how right you were. It hurt my pride that I hadn't been able to see what you put so simply. I am sorry." He says with so much honesty that it was hard not to smile and giggle. I held it in, and instead got onto my toes and planted a small kiss on his cheek. He moved away after that, coughing and looking accusingly at me. 

"Don't do that! People may see," He says, looking around, and trying to hide the obvious blush spreading over his cheek. He touched the cheek I had kissed, and tried to stifle a smile. 

"Did you see that the leaves were heart-shaped?" He said, folding his arms behind his back, straightening himself, and moving a bit, so that I could begin to walk on the pavement. I looked at them and rolled my eyes. 

"So tacky," I joked, hitting him with my palm on his stomach. 

"They're beautiful!" He exclaims, taking the bouquet from me, and smoothening the flowers as if consoling them and telling that I did not mean what I had said. 

"Weirdo," I murmured, and he glared at me. 

"Why are you in such a bad mood?" He asked as we turned the corner to walk to the subway station. I remembered what had happened and what I had suffered in school. I didn't understand why the teacher had to announce the marks I had gotten in the mock exams, but she had. I also realized just how easy it was to forget about reality when I was with him. It was intoxicating, this dream world I had built up around us. It was pure, and I loved it. 

"I got the grades for my mock examinations," I said, looking away, and putting my hands into the pockets of my jackets. 

"I am at the bottom of my class," I said simply, palming the orange subway card, and liking the pain the edge of the card made me feel in my palm. 

"You worked so hard. You should be proud of whatever the outcome, Eun In." He said, handing my flowers again. I held them with one hand, while the other still played with the subway card. 

"I can't be proud of coming in last in the class," I said, rolling my eyes. He was going to say something else when someone's scream interrupted him. We both turned in sync to see what had happened. Upon turning, we saw a group of three girls looking directly at both of us. 

"Oppa!" They screamed and ran toward Yoongi. He was confused and didn't bother to move, thinking they weren't running toward him. His eyes widened as they stopped in front of him. 

"Oppa, how are you?" One of them asked as she stopped in front of him, and smiled giddily. I suppressed a grin. He had fans!

"Huh?" He asked, surprised. 

"Oppa, we love your song." Another girl says, while the other two nod solemnly. 

"Mi-mine?" He managed to stutter. 

"Oppa, you are so good!" The third one finally screamed. He rubbed his neck, and bowed and said thank you to all of them. Before Yoongi could say anything else, one of them nudged the other and pointed toward me. Realization dawned upon them and something dropped into my stomach as I realized that his fans would know me. That damned picture. 

"You're that girl. The girl who was kissing Suga Oppa in the park!" The first one pointed toward me and said. "Suga?" Yoongi asked loudly, wondering how they knew about his pet-name. Then he shook his head, and looked at all three of them, "Kissing?" 

"You haven't seen the picture?" They looked at each other, confusedly. Before I could say anything to save my ass they opened their phone, swiped to the picture, and showed it to him. 

I was done for. 

Seriously. 

{A/N: Oppa is a term that is used in Korean by a to call a man who is older than her but by less than about 10 years. It is a term used traditionally in respect to elders 

An oppa can be an: 

Real biological older brother 

A male who is older than the woman 

An older male a girl is trying to flirt with}