Oh Ha-Seon attends school everyday and never skips class, always taking notes and paying attention to the teacher's lecture. With the job of Class President and being in many different clubs, Oh Ha-Seon is labelled the model student of the school. M...
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We watched as the girl fled the library while clutching her nose. Guilt ran throughout my body and consumed me. I hadn't even noticed her there to begin with, and now that I've hurt her, I felt like an asshole.
I directed my anger at Jungkook again, but Namjoon gripped my arm and pulled me away. Anger reflected in his eyes.
"You hurt her," he said in a serious tone, obviously upset by it. I raised my eyebrow in defiance.
"And what exactly were you doing to her to begin with?" I retorted and let go of Jungkook's collar. He shrunk back his chair and folded his shirt outright. Were they really upset at me when they were just messing with her?
Namjoon shook his head in disbelief and Jin sighed with a tone of disappointment.
"We weren't picking on her," Hoseok told me, his eyes downcast with worry. Great. I knew I couldn't believe Namjoon or Jungkook on anything, but Hobi never lied about anything.
It was silent for a moment before Jin spoke up.
"Jungkook," he sent a warning glare to the youngest, "give him the passcode, already."
"I don't know it!" Jungkook refused and turned to Taehyung, "it was his idea! He knows it."
Taehyung sent me wide puppy eyes, with obvious hurt in his eyes, "Sorry. I thought it would be funny."
"Just give me the passcode," I said with impatience, my tolerance about to break. I knew they were the youngest and liked to play pranks quite often, but lately my temper wasn't great. And they knew that, but continued to bother me.
"It's eight nine three four," he admitted with his eyes on the table. I tried it once on my phone before it unlocked and looked back up and met the group's eyes.
Namjoon was still upset but held this tongue, Hobi was sad, Jin was disappointed, Jungkook angry, Taehyung sad as well, and Jimin with a new expression his face.
"Are you upset, Jimin?" I asked with surprise in my voice. I never saw him with such a face. He looked up at me, and I almost felt his gaze pierce me. He was really upset.
"She hit me," he mumbled and stared at his hand in disbelief.
"I would too," Jungkook joked, but the table stayed silent.
"We shouldn't bother her anymore," Hobi suggested after a few moments. Namjoon bit his lip and the rest of the table continued to not say anything. "She probably hates us now."
"Never bothered her to begin with," I grumbled as I started to walk away from them, "not until you fools did."
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The next day, I sat in my class, anger still nagging at me from yesterday. If only Taehyung and Jungkook hadn't bothered me, I wouldn't have hurt the damn girl in the first place.
