When It Comes To You |j.k

15: 絆腳石

I'm in a trance, ignoring the rant our english teacher was going on about his private life. My mind keeps travelling back to the night I spent at Jungkook's. It feels as though the more I talk to him, the more he opens up to me, layer by layer, like flower peddles. Every time I peel one off one layer I realize more and more how the world has him all wrong, how he deserves so much better. And the more I get to know him the more I like him. Saying that I love him may be a little too early to say, but I feel myself falling. And strangely, I'm not complaining at all.

"Aera."

Eunae's voice shakes me out of my own head, and suddenly I'm no longer in class. I'm now in the hallway, walking next to her.

"Yeah?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you're still listening."

"Listening to what?"

Crap.

"Forget it." She lets out a sigh and starts taking strides, walking off without me. But I catch up, immediately regretting my carelessness.

"Tell me, I'll listen now."

"Promise? Because I felt really pathetic rambling on as if anyone gave a damn."

"I give a damn, tell me."

She stares at me for a few seconds—probably thinking of all the possible ways of killing me—but she eventually cuts the gaze and starts talking.

"Taehyung and I had a fight over the weekend, and now he won't talk to me. I love him but let me tell you, he's a bitch when we're fighting. His lips constantly go like this," The ends of her lips go downwards and she's pouting.

"What'd you fight about?"

"He said he felt like he was trying too hard to keep up with me, 'saying that he feels like we're not giving equal amount of effort into the relationship."

We stop by a locker and I realize it's hers, she unlocks it and stuffs her books in.

"He says he's tired. He didn't say he wanted a break but instead he's just giving me the silent treatment; not helping the situation to be honest."

"How'd the fight end?" My eyes snap to someone walking by us, and it's Jungkook, having a conversation with Taehyung. He isn't talking at all, it's mostly Taehyung rambling on—probably about Eunae. Jungkook catches my gaze and I immediately melt when he throws me his toothy grin before walking past us. Goddamn it how can one be as beautiful as he is?

I quickly turn my attention back to Eunae, afraid I'd miss out on more or upset her again for not listening.

"I told him I am trying, just not in the ways he wanted me to. I told him if he didn't like the way I was loving him, he could leave if he wanted. It didn't make the situation better but he was pissed to the point where he just didn't want to talk about it anymore."

Yikes.

"Don't fight with Jungkook over stupid things like this, just a heads up. It's not worth it."

"We're not dating." I quickly retort.

"You're not?" She sounds almost surprised, at my answer.

"What makes you think we are?" We take off and we're headed to the next locker; mine.

"Um, the kiss you guys had—which all of us saw. The loads of pictures of you that Jungkook was posting on his instagram story last friday—mind you, we could all tell you were in his house. 'Also don't think that I didn't see the way you were looking at him when he just passed by us."