Forgetting is Easier Than Forgiving

Chapter 3

Hyun Jae's Pov

I rush out the door of the dorms to my car, only to see it not there. I curse at my band mates. These days we've been having trouble living together, our personalities too differing. Rising stardom has gone to some of their heads. Especially Nari. She and I are polar opposite, even though both of us were born in the same town and are both 96'  liners.

Already late to school I decide to bike it. This is going to be all over the news.
"Kpop star 'Jae' from Jyp Entertainment bikes to school," I mutter to myself. I could ask someone from the company to drive me, but I'd rather not be more of a burden than I already am.

As I'm halfway to school, I see a car pull up on the side of the road. Fuck what if it's a saesang. As I'm about to quickly pass by the black car, I hear a familiar voice.
"Get in," he says. I stop in front of the window, his face visible from the window halfway rolled down. I stop myself from rolling forward and scoff.
"And you think I'll do that?" He looks straight ahead.

"Come on Jae! You have enough tardies as it is," Hoseok giggles in passengers seat. I feel my face turning hot. I didn't realize Yoongi was with Bangtan. It would be wrong to refuse an offer so I start taking off my helmet and see Yoongi glancing at me, trying not to be obvious.
"Hyun Jae, you could do a hair commercial in the streets with no makeup on," says someone in the back. I could recognize that windshield wiper laugh anywhere.
"Yah Jin, have you ever looked at yourself? You could do a photo shoot in your sleep," I reply as I stow away the bike in the trunk.

"Since Jae's with us, I'll put on some music from your band huh?" Hoseok says, his sunshine smile blinding.
The smile I had on my face, falls.
"How's the group doing anyways?" Jin asks from the seat next to me, his worldwide handsome face too close and handsome. 
"Your performance at Inkjago looked incredibly tiring and difficult but amazing!" Jin remarks. I blush a little at his words and thank him. It's hard being comfortable around someone I wish I had the confidence and beauty of.
My face must've given away how I felt from thinking about our group.
"Yah can't you tell she doesn't want to talk about her group? " Yoongi says from the drivers seat, his eyes half on the road, half on me from the frontal mirror.
"Who said I didn't?" I retort. No one says anything for awhile. Why do I do this to myself.

"Thanks guys, I'm still getting a tardy. It would've been better to just bike since I'd miss more school," I say sarcastically as we all walk into the building. Hobi lightly punches my arm.
"You sure you wanted to go through that hell alone?" He asks, pointing back at the fans outside the building that we literally had to run through. I giggle. We all part ways except for Yoongi and I since we have the same class. I try to hurriedly walk to class, angry that it has to be so far away.
"Will you stop ignoring me?" A desperate voice asks from behind my back. My anger towards the school structure shifts to him. Does he really think I'm going to get over him insulting me and our relationship?
"Maybe next time think about what you say first," I say, my voice full of hurt. He grabs my wrist and I get deja vu. This scene all too familiar from the day before, except now we're in each other's shoes. I turn and face him, his hand still holding me. I look up at him. Something with the likes of pain in his eyes.
"Jae I'm sorry, I honestly didn't mean it. It just came out-"
"It just came out?" I cut his words, pulling my arm back from him.
"Don't give me that excuse. I know you very well and words don't just 'come out' of your mouth," I say coldly. I try to keep the anger in my eyes, but seeing him hurt by me like this hurts.
"If you say you know me, then you must know how I feel about you?" He asks more than just stating. I look away from his eyes. Unable to say anything, I turn back to go to class. He pulls on my wrist again so I face him.
"Deja vu huh?" He laughs bitterly.
I see a teacher coming down the hallway behind Yoongi and quickly rush into a closet, Yoongi hanging onto my wrist still.
I shut the door behind me and hear my heart start to race.
Oh shit.
He takes the chance and pulls me back so he's in front of the door, and I in his spot. He pushes me back against the wall, his hands awkwardly on either side of me, trying to pull off the bad boy image. I hate how even after so long, my heart still beats like crazy when I'm around him. His warm breath tingles my hair. His face is too close.