Choose Me || Taehyung x Reader x Jin

Chapter 7: Her

I woke up a few minutes before my brother knocked on my door. I didn't sleep well at all. "Time to get up and get ready!" Namjoon called out behind my door as he knocked. I sighed and groaned loudly into my pillow to muffle the sound. I barely slept last night and I was so annoyed at myself. "Coming," I replied to him, my voice sounded so hoarse.

I walked slowly into my bathroom and stared at the mirror. I looked like a mess. There were dark bags under my eyes, my hair looked like a bird's nest and my face looked a bit puffy. I looked down and touched the bruises on my knees and I flinched. My ankle was still slightly swollen, but not as bad as before. I took off the blood-soaked bandaid on my index finger and ran cold water over the wound, it stung a little. I didn't feel and look well at all.

I sighed as I took my clothes off and entered the steaming shower. "I can't believe it has only been nearly a week in school," I whispered to myself and closed my eyes while I washed my hair. I still have a lot to accomplish. Soon enough homeworks will start to pile up, I also have to find a school organization to join in, and Student Council campaigning season is happening soon which means Namjoon would be totally busy and I would have to help him and work at the restaurant more than usual because Namjoon won't be able to help Eomma all the time due to his schedule.

I lazily put on my uniform and didn't even bother brushing my damp hair nor put on makeup, leaving my face all bare and letting my hair air dry. The kitchen smelled like good food as usual but that wasn't enough to lighten up my mood.

"Oh! Y/n dear, are you feeling alright? You look sick, my daughter." Eomma rushed to my side and placed her palm on my forehead, checking my temperature. "I'm fine, eomma." I mumbled weakly and kissed her forehead.

My brother, Hoseok oppa and Yoongi oppa were sitting on the breakfast table waiting for me to join them. I slowly sat down and gave them a weak smile as we greeted each other.

We ate in silence and I couldn't help but wonder why Jin oppa didn't come over for breakfast with them. None of them mentioned his absence as well, all three of the boys just ate in silence. It was unusual of us to eat like this, usually they'd tease each other and overly react on how good the food. I'm guessing it's because they heard about the incident last night with the Yeolset High students, but they didn't want to talk about it while Eomma was around.

Later, Eomma excused herself and entered the laundry room as we continued to have breakfast.

"Where's Jin oppa?" I asked in a small voice, finally starting a conversation with them. "He said he had to go to school early to talk to someone," Hoseok oppa explained to me and then his eyes landed on my bandaged index finger.

"About last night..." he said slowly and trailed off, turning to Namjoon. "I didn't see what happened at first, I just left the kitchen when I heard a glass break and then I saw Taehyung about to attack the Yeolset High boys," Namjoon said briefly and then looked at me like I had some explaining to do.

I gulped and looked down, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. I knew they were all just concerned that's why they wanted to know what happened. But I guess they were assuming that Taehyung and I started the trouble last night.

"Do you know who they were?" Yoongi oppa asked and looked at me and my brother. "I recognize their faces, of course. But I only know one of them. His name is Jeon Wonwoo, he's a silent and cold guy, he writes for their school newspaper so I've been interviewed by him a couple of times." Namjoon replied and continued to eat his eggroll. "Ahh yes, he sounds familiar. He watches all of our school competitions against Yeolset High?" Hoseok oppa asked and Namjoon nodded.

"There were two other guys, one looked American and the other was so tall, all three of them seemed to know Taehyung." I added and looked at them as they shot each other a knowing look.