i was running and taehyung was following me from behind, trying to watch up to me but the crowd on the hallway were getting on his way.
yes, i ran away from him because he kept on reading my mind.. or if i was saying those stuff out loud; i don't know. but i knew for a fact if i stayed any longer, i was going to spill everything out. and i'm 100 percent sure, he isn't going to be calm when i tell him mr. jung kissed me, which will very much lead to gossip around the school.
"tell me!" he yells.
"we're going to be late to class," i tried making an excuse. "i can't get one more detention."
"for real, tell me!" he demand, now we were standing outside of our classroom, it's just matter of minute and the late bell will ring.
come up with something.
i tried thinking of lies to tell him.
"well.. actually i was daydreaming and it would be embarrassing to tell you."
"really, you were daydreaming of kissing someone?" his facial expression showed no impression, as if he wasn't surprise at all.
is .. me, daydreaming of kissing someone normal to him?
"anyway, who were you daydreaming about?" he sighs.
"umm.. do you.. know bts?" i blurt.
"...behind the scene?" he answered, questionably.
"the fuck? how dare you say behind the scene."
"so.. it's not behind the scene?" he actually looks surprised, now.
"fucking no. you know what, i'm going to unfriend you on facebook, unfollow on twitter and Instagram, block in snapchat and no, we're no longer best friends, sorry i don't talk to strangers. bye."
"wait," he pulls me back. "so what are they, then?"
"i'm sorry, but, who are you?" i squinted my eyes in a way to show him confusion.
"stop it," he hissed. "if they're not behind the scene then what are they?"
i rolled my eyes as i answered. "beyond the scene, mr. stranger."
"so... what the heck is a beyond the scene!"
"wait, wait, wait. i'm questioning my life decision right now." i said. "why did i decided to be best friends with you when you don't even know bts?"
"bts.. why does that sound familiar, though?" he questioned.
"dummy, no wonder you have bad grade, you can't even remember seeing bts posters in my room." i said, pulling him inside the classroom.
"oh, those boys. didn't one of them look almost like me?" he asked, guess he finally remembers.
"yeah, v." i answered.
"oh yeah, so back to the original question: who were you kissing in your daydream?"
"well.. umm, jhope."
"wait.. didn't one of them look like mr. jung as well?" he asked.
"no." i rolled my eyes. "not everyone could look like bts."
(please don't ask me what I just wrote bc I don't even know xD)
