Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Chapter 19 - High School (Part 1)

These memories will have a lot of time skips because they're, well, memories. Like that test you flunked or that time in science you set something on fire. Maybe not the exact day, but you surely remember. And I'm also lazy. Anyway, let's get going. Enjoy!

Your POV

I waved to Jungkook as he boarded the plane. I wouldn't see him for years after this, so I burned his face into my memory. He waved back, a grand smile on his face. After his plane took off, I went home. I couldn't drive yet, so one of his managers took me home. I thanked her with a bow before entering the apartment. I opened my phone and checked the time, seeing as it was only afternoon. I open my texts and sigh once as I see I only have to text chats.

Text chat:

Me: HEY, I'M BOARD, CAN I COME OVER????????? (Read-2:30pm)

TonedMochi: Sure, just to practice boxing or to try and beat me at video games? (Read-2:31pm)

Me: Both? I don't know (Read-2:31pm)

TonedMochi: Yeah, come on over. Dad's good with it (Read-2:33pm)

Me: OMW, BIATCH (Read-2:34pm)

I pull on my shoes and run out of the apartment. I pant as my out of shape self tries to run all the way. I pant when I pause at stoplights before taking off again. I knock on the boxing studio's door with anticipation. It says closed, so I wait until someone opens it. Jimin opens the door, his black hair styled in a bowl-cut. I ruffle it to mess it up, knocking off his glasses.

"Hey! I told you to stop messing with my hair!"

I smile as I keep going, my small bit of height giving me easier access. "No! It looks better messy!"

"I swear, (Y/N)..." He drops his hands and lets me mess with his hair until I'm satisfied. "Does that really make you happy?"

"You bet it does. Your hair is softer than mine and you look better without the bowl-cut." I grab his glasses from the floor and hold onto them. "And you look really attractive without these glasses."

"Well, smartass, I need those to see. Give them back."

"What if I refuse?"

"I'm still a better boxer than you. Give them over."

I hand them over. He situates them on his face. I kick off my shoes and step onto the mats, jumping a little.

"Want to work out, then? You look like you have energy."

I nod, pulling my hands up. "Don't want to be bullied, right?"

I laugh a little, remembering middle school before I learned how to box. I got detention that one time, but nobody ever messed with me when they learned I could punch.

"You going to hit that bag barehanded? At least put on the wraps."

I catch the wrap he throws at me. I put it on as he wraps his own hands. I stay light on my feet as I punch at the bag, making it swing. Sweat starts pouring down my face as I go harder and harder. Some kicks thrown in, more punches, left and right. The dull thud of the bag leaves this sense of ease in my body.

"(Y/N), stop."

I break out of the trance and look towards him, panting. "What's wrong?"

"You're hitting with wild abandon," Jimin says, stopping the bag with his hand. "I think I heard you pop one of your fingers. What's on your mind?"

I pull the wrap off my hands and see that all of my knuckles have started to swell. "I'm worried for high school, what else? After middle school and the whole thing with the accident, I'm scared."