[✔] Magic // MYG

37. Love letter?

When my alarm rang I sat up groaning.
"Yoongi wake....up...." I looked at my side and all I saw was a small piece of paper.

I looked around the room and there was no trace of him. I sighed and reluctantly reached for the paper.
I unfolded it and my confusion turned into anger.

I scoffed and threw the paper back on the bed. I jumped up and went to take a shower, right after, I walked out in my uniform and ready to leave.

I shot one last glare at the letter and left.
Min Yoongi, you're one stupid asshole.

»Good morning beautiful.
I already left, I know, I'm being stupid here but I don't know what else to do...
I think it would be better for you if people don't know that we know each other. I'm sorry.
Love you. Your Yoongi.«

Fine. I'll play your fucking pretend game. If I don't know you, I don't know the others either.

It's been two hours now and I haven't seen Yoongi. I was ignoring Namjoon as he tried to talk to me, irritated he gave up after some time.
Now I was at my locker and putting things in and out.

I noticed a letter and pulled it out.
"For Hyoju Noona...heart?" I mumbled the words on the envelope.
I opened it and started reading.

"Come behind the school...after classes?" I turned the letter but there was nothing else on it. I shrugged and put it into my bag.

Without noticing someone leaned next to my locker. I glanced at the person and rage rushed out of the corner of my guts.
I completely forgot about that asshole.

"Hey babe, how did you sleep?" His voice did something to me but I ignored it.

No-one in the hallways realized that we were talking.
Oh so when no-one sees we're good or what?

"Shove that babe up your ass, honey." I scoffed and slammed my locker shut.
That drew the attention of the other students in the hall and everyone was watching now.
I turned on my heels and started walking away.

"Hey." Yoongi grabbed my hand and turned me back around.

"Don't touch me, scum." I hissed and pulled my hand out of his grip.
I could see the sadness and hurt in his eyes but it's all his fault, he deserves this, he brought this upon himself.

With that I walked away and went to my next class.
I could hear some encouraging cheers from the other students but some were afraid.

"You go, girl!"
"Ah, she'll regret it..."
"Finally someone is standing up!"
"Why don't you stand up yourself?"
"Are you crazy? They are scary as fuck, didn't you hear the rumors?"
"Who knows what will happen to her"
"But damn, she got some confidence there."

I shook my head and ignored all of the comments. I'm not in the mood to talk about that shit, neither do I want to talk to the shit that angrily stomped away after I called it scum.

Hours passed and the last bell rang. I was on the way to my locker to see the same scene of a few weeks ago.
Taehyung holding a guy against my locker and students making a circle around them.
I groaned and went up.

"Move." My voice icy and distant as I looked at Taehyung with dull eyes.

"Oh, hey Hyoju." He smiled brightly at me.

"Shut up Kim, and move."

His eye twitched and his smile faded.
"H-Hyoju?"

"Kim, I told you to move." My attitude didn't change. I pinched the bridge of my nose.