Chapter 11 — Housekeeping
"Min Yoongi." You hissed under your breath at the thought of him. Even the sound of his name made your hands clench in irritation. Drunk Yoongi seemed to be stuck in your mind. You kept on thinking about what happened that night. Two days passed and you just couldn't get it out of your head.
After you knocked him out, you didn't expect to drag him all the way to the infirmary. You just did that because you were guilty of hitting him too hard.
You never went back to your dormitory after that. You missed your bed, your clothes, and the small secret drawer below your bed that had snacks in case of desperate times.
Going back was fine. You just had no idea how to face him after that stunt he pulled. A kiss on the neck was enough to freak you out. You were embarrassed.
"Y/N."
Trouble.
You started walking faster. You didn't want to see Yoongi. It wasn't because you hated him, but because you knew it was going to be awkward.
"Hey, why are you running?" A hand gripped on your shoulder.
You slapped the hand away and immediately regreted it after seeing that it was only Sungjae.
He looked at you horrifically. "You just slapped me."
"I'm so sorry." You said, feeling guilty. "I thought you were somebody else."
Sungjae wiped the sweat tricklkng down his head.
"I wanted to say we received highest score on our presentation!" He said, grinning.
"You're serious?" You said excitedly.
"Yeah! Mr. Byun announced it during class."
You pulled Sungjae in a hug out of joy.
"Thank you so much." You said gratefully. He was a great partner. You couldn't have asked for more. This presentation single-handedly saved your grade.
"No. Thank you. Anyway, I better get going. Bye, Y/N!" Sungjae said and waved. He jogged back to his group of friends who were patiently waiting for him.
It was time for lunch. You proceeded to the cafeteria. Taehyung was already sitting at your table. Surprisingly, somebody else was sitting beside him. At first, you thought it was Yoongi but his back definitely does not look like that.
Is that Jimin?
"What are you doing here?" You asked him and sat down.
Jimin stopped eating and placed down his utensils. "Are you purposely making me feel unwanted?"
You shake your head. "No. I mean how'd you get in?"
He showed you the school ID that had his name and picture on it. He was grinning in the picture.
"Nayeon got it for me so I can come whenever I like." Jimin said and pushed a tray of food in your direction. "I already bought you lunch."
"Oh. Thanks!" You said, looking at the tray of pork rice toppings.
Taehyung was playing a game in his phone but he turned in off and placed it in his pocket.
