Forever Waiting || Yoonmin

Chapter 45 - Back to reality

A month has rolled by.

Not much has changed since then except that Hoseok and Taehyung are now officially dating, I couldn't be more happy for the two. I overheard that they met up and had a long chat about everything. At first they just went back to being friends but around two weeks ago they announced to the rest of us that they're finally dating.

My love life however was stale.

I decided that the best way to get over you know who was to drown myself in paperwork to avoid thinking about him.

"You know staring at the piece of paper isn't going to draw you a masterpiece." Jungkook chuckles, pointing his pencil in the direction of my stainless sheet. I sigh,

"I'm not really inspired today."

"Just draw something you see."

"Easy for you to say, look how well you can draw. My drawings look like your sister drew them." I laugh.

"Yah! Jung-eun's good at drawing...well I mean she's good at drawing big tomato looking people I guess."

We laugh at his words. It felt good to laugh even if it was just for a second. This past month I feel like I wasn't myself. The first few weeks were torture, I couldn't even come to school without crying. Seeing him with her was hard, especially after what I heard on the phone that day. They would often walk around hand in hand, cuddling or whatever, you know just acting like a normal couple.

It makes me sick. But of course me being the stupid idiot that I am, I push my feelings down, away so that no one could see them anymore.

I stopped trying to speak to him, look at him, hell I didn't even like anyone saying his name around me anymore.

I erased him from my life like he was nothing.

But a small part of me still held on, holding onto all our memories, the kiss, everything.

"Class can I get your attention for a minute!" Miss Baek beckons, motioning for the class of students to face her.

Once gaining everyone's attention, she claps her hands together.

"Right! As you know, Christmas is coming up soon."

Honestly I wasn't at all excited about it this year,

"And every year we have a school fair, so this year this class has been selected to decorate the gymnasium for it."

Most of the students surrounding me groan, grumbling about how it will be extra work.

I, however was glad.

Great! More excuses to keep my head occupied.

"Please move into groups so that you can start organising the event decorations." Miss Baek asks, letting us pick our own groups.

Jungkook and I just stuck with the people at our table, listening in every so often to whatever anyone had to say.

~*~

"Do you want to come over to mines today? Jung-eun's been whining at me all week to invite you over." Jungkook explains, rearranging his bag on his back.

"Sorry not today, I have practice with Mr Kim."

"Again? Wow! I feel like you've been having more sessions with him lately, it's almost been everyday this week that you've seen him."

I shrug, honestly the more time I spend occupying my brain the better.

I wave Jungkook off as he saunters out towards the exit doors. I make my way over to my music class, knowing that Mr Kim will still be inside.

"Ah Jimin, come for some more lessons I presume?" Mr Kim asks with a chuckle. I silently nod, glancing over at the tall man before returning my gaze to the ground once more.

"Shall we?" He gestures towards the door, airing for me to exit behind him while we make our way to one of the practice rooms. I almost faint at the sight of the door,

It was the room that he often uses.

Mr Kim strolls over to the piano while I stood, frozen in my spot. It felt like déjà vu only this time with someone else.

The older man turns towards me with a smirk, "care to join me Mr Park?" He playfully questions with a raised eyebrow.

I scurry over to him, taking a seat on the small bench beside him.

I could feel my lips frown,

Last time I sat here I was with...

"So..." Mr Kim interrupts my thoughts while he watches my face closely. "You need some help with your piano part?"

I nod, unable to form words properly. The air in here was thick with harsh reality that he would've been in here before me, he who never truly loved me back.

I shuffle uncomfortably, accidentally brushing my leg against Mr Kim's,

"Sorry." I mutter soundly, embarrassed that I made such contact with my teacher.

"Jimin?" His voice came out breathy while he lifts my chin up with his long fingers. I was shocked, blinking repeatedly at the older man's face which was inching closer to mines.

I didn't know how to react when his lips suddenly locked with mines. My eyes widen while Mr Kim's were closed, his lips moving against my unresponsive ones.

He soon realises how benumbed I was, leaning back, he searches my face,

"Jimi-"

I choke out a small cry, getting to my feet as I collect my bag from the ground and rush to the door in one swift movement. I run down the hallway, hearing Mr Kim call me from behind. I didn't dare turn back, I didn't let him have a change to speak.

I make it outside, jumping into my car. Violently wiping my tears away so I have a clearer view to drive.

I reverse my car out,

leaving behind my pain.

I drive for what seems like hours. I managed to turn my phone off once my mom and friends started to call, leaving messages asking where I've disappeared off too.

I just wanted to be alone.

I recalled somewhere that was quiet where I could escape too. Remembering the way previously, I make it to the open field where he brought me for our first date. As soon as I stop the car, the teardrops being to spill.

One after another.

I grew frustrated, slamming my hands down in anger onto the steering wheel repeatedly.

I was hurt because of him, I was confused because of Mr Kim, I was disappointed in myself for letting myself reach this breaking point.

I couldn't control the loud whimpers that were echoing in my ears every so often, trying to catch my breath while the tears left stains across my skin.

I slowly begin to sober up from my tears, calming my breathing till it was back to its regular pace.

I pick up my phone, turning it on before calling my mom.

"Jimin?"

I stay quiet,

"Jimin, baby where are you? Are you hurt? Do you need me to come and get you? I'm worried, please let me know your safe." My heart broke at her words, here I was acting like a baby, not thinking twice how much it would effect my mom.

"Eomma I'm okay. I'll be home soon." And with that I hang up, starting my car up before slowly making the ride back home,

back to reality,

back to all the heartache.