Friend | m.yg

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      People pushed around me to get to class, their backpacks pushing me into other people or walls. No teacher cared since there were so many kids. It was hard to keep track.

      I wore my brother's jean jacket with his name on the back. No one really paid attention, nor cared, at the silly name. At least, not until my twentieth birthday. Girls around my school would ask and ask about this- this... BTS. It never bothered me until one asked if 'Kim Seokjin' was my bias.

     After that, they would ask everyday, then it came to the point that they tried to steal the jacket from me. They would tug at it, ask to borrow it for a project, ask to show it off. I always rejected, saying, "he's my brother, not yours. Leave him alone."

      It just got worse. People would become jealous and bully me. They did everything they could to get me kicked out of performing arts. It never worked until a few months before my twenty-third birthday-

      "(Y/n)," someone nudged me in the shoulder. Blinking a few times, I looked over towards the hand, then up at the person while a distant throb pounded in my head. Following the arm with my eyes, I looked the person dead in the eye.

       "Hi, Seokjin-ssi," I murmured, rubbing my tired eyes.

      "Ya! It's oppa to you!" He laughed and playfully nudged me in the shoulder again. Cracking a smile, I rubbed my eyes and yawned again before standing up. Seokjin moved his hand to around my shoulders and gave me a side hug before giving me a full hug. "I missed you."

        "Did I really die?" I asked quietly, hiding myself in his chest. It came out weaker than I expected, closing my eyes for a moment and felt the feeling of flowers brushing against my skin and tickling my cheeks, wrapping themselves in my hair.

        "I- I don't know anymore. I've been thinking about that for a while now," he replied in a similar tone of voice. "Did we try hard enough? Could we have tried harder to find the cure?"

       "Oppa, you did everything you could-"

      "Then how come that woman simply cured you like it was the back of her hand?" Seokjin cried out, holding me tighter.

       "I'm starting to think there is something about that Yeahon, and it's weird," Namjoom came up, looking at Seokjin solemnly.

       I looked over at Yoongi, watching him good off with the maknaes and swallowed. The hairs on the back of my neck raised because I swore I saw Yeahon in the reflect of the mirrors.