Falling For A Jerk // Jeon Jungkook

Three

~~ 3 Weeks Later~~

*Mila's POV*

I wake up and try to sit up, but instead I groan in pain. I got beat again yesterday for coming home late. It was pretty bad, but luckily I don't have a black eye or anything that would be harder to hide. I shower and wear jeans, a t-shirt, and an over-sized sweater.

The guys still don't know, so I try my best to hide the cuts and bruises. I also endure the pain during the school day, so I try my best not to whince when somone touches or hugs me, but that might be hard to do today. I take a few painkillers before I grab my things and leave the house.

I walk to school and meet the guys in front of the school. "Annyeong," I say and walk up to them. "Hey Mila." They all return the greeting, except for Jungkook who seems to hate me still, and Taehyung hugs me. I silently whince, but I hug him back and hope he didn't hear.

"You were almost late, what happened," Taehyung asks as he pulls away. "Mianhae. I woke up late," I say. He looks at me as if I am a math problem that he can't find the answer to. He has been doing this a lot recently and I think he is on to me. "Okay~," he says skeptically," Let's get to class then."

The group disbands and we all head to our classes. Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and I head to english and take our seats. As usual, I doodle or write a poem or find some other way to distract myself while Jungkook pretends that I don't exist.

The rest of our classes go by regularly and lunch comes soon. The guys and I leave the classroom. Taehyung eyes me suspiciously because whenever he or Jimin tries to hug me or put their arm around my shoulders, I ask them not to and give no explanation. I haven't even let them touch my arm and I know that Taehyung is trying to figure out why. I'm mentally cursing and facepalming myself. Great job, Mila. Now he's suspicious.

We walk slowly down the hall because Taehyung is hanging back a little. "Tae, come on," Jimin says," We have to meet the others." He waits a moment to answer Jimin. "You and Jungkook go ahead. I gotta talk to Mila," Taehyung tells him finally.

"About what?"

"It's nothing. Just go hyung."

"Awww! Does hyung have a crush," Jungkook teases,"I ship it!" Taehyung shoots him a death glare. "No, I don't. I told you it was nothing," he says," No offense Mila. You know I love you." "I know oppa," I reply," No offense taken."

"If it's nothing then way can't we stay," Jimin asks.

"Jimin. Go jebal."

"Fine. We're leaving."

Jimin and Jungkook leave the two of us alone. "Come here," he says. Taehyung brings me away from the main hall and into an empty one. He turns serious and looks at me intensely. "Mila, what's wrong," he asks me. "I'm fine," I tell him. "No you are not," he says. "Yes, I am," I protest. His eyes soften, as does his tone.

"Mila, please don't lie to me."

"I'm not."

He sighs. "Look, I know we haven't been friends for very long, but I care about you. So please tell me what's wrong because whincing everytime someone holds onto your arm or shoulder isn't normal." "What are you talking about," I ask, trying not to stutter. He studies me for a moment and sighs again.