"You can continue working on your projects. Remember, you only have 4 days left to complete your sculptures," the art teacher announced, and once again the cycle of chairs scraping the floor and steps tapping across the floor filled the air.
My stomach twisted with dread as Bitna walked to my desk, carrying the nearly completed sculpture in her hands.
She shot me a quick smile before sitting down at the desk next to mine, a strand of her hair curled around her finger.
I arched an eyebrow at her, expecting her to begin talking about our project and then give me my clay to work on.
Instead, she said this:
"Jungkook, I want to apologize to you."
A snort involuntarily left my body and my hand covered my mouth, to prevent myself from laughing further.
"An apology? When you insulted me and my friend two days ago?"
"Yes," she said, her solemn expression unwavering even after I said my sentence.
"Yesterday I was still upset, but today I just wanted to say that so we could stop hating each other," she continued, "How are we supposed to continue our projects and present when we don't even speak to each other?"
"We have to present?" I asked, my eyes growing in scale.
This project just got worse.
"Yes. So what I want to do is call a truce," she said, gazing deep into my eyes.
"I want to work together nicely and calmly until the day we present. If you're still mad at me after that, then we don't have to talk to each other anymore."
"Bitna, I barely talked to you within these 3 years to begin with. Why are you saying this all the sudden?" I questioned.
"Because," she started, biting her lip as her eyes traveled up and down my face.
"I want to apologize fully."
My head tilted in her direction, and I shook my head, trying to understand what she meant.
"You mean from the eighth grade?"
"Yes," she said, her voice dropping in volume to a mere whisper.
A whirlwind of emotions twisted around in my brain. Shock, bitterness, and doubt were the only things I felt towards her.
Sudden flashes of the past events freshly played in my mind as if it happened a few hours ago.
"You're such a pussy. Quit being so nervous because you look like an idiot."
"You know, I'm only helping you because some girls like you. I don't know why they would, though. You're so boring I question why I'm still around you."
"I hope you're happy that you picked that son of a bitch over me, you retard."
"You're a fucking traitor."
And it hurt.
I don't think I was ready to forgive her, yet, I kept my mouth closed.
I nodded my head for her to continue.
"I'm sorry Jungkook," she said, bowing her head so far I could only see her back.
"I know that I manipulated you and hurt your feelings by calling you names. I peer pressured you and made you choose between me and Yugyeom. I continued to say things about you after that, and was still mad th-througho-out these years. I'm sorry for th-the trauma I caused, and I hope that you can forgive me."
Her voice started off as calm, before trailing downwards through voice cracks and stutters. Even though she's apologized before, it was never like this. Her voice never broke, and it was always as solid as iron when it came down to whatever she had to say.
She was never weak. But now as she spoke, I realized that iron can have weaknesses.
And when I saw a tear fall from her face and land on the floor, I didn't know what to think.
What happened to her?
A/N: what's happening here?
i realize i ask that a lot sksnkssk sorry it's fun
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