Dear Best Friend | 김태형

Back in Time || Chapter thirty-six

"The first full-day recital will be next Tuesday, so please come prepared with a list of items you want to use as props and make sure to practice and refine your routine before then so you and Jungkook have a perfect performance. Oh, by the way, where is he?"

You bit your lip, not only out of embarrassment, but out of pure worry as Jungkook hadn't turned up to dance class yet again. Coach Jung's face surely fell as you were the only one left behind in the classroom again, standing before him with heavy shoulders.

"That boy—! What is this all about? My golden student—" he looked at you, "—My second golden student is slacking off right before the performance? What's gotten into him? Where is he, Y/N?"

You shrugged. You didn't know, honestly. He could have never turned up again, for all you'd ever find out. Was it worth even bothering with now? He clearly didn't want to do this dance anymore.

"Will you stay here a moment? I think I know where he'll be." Coach Jung bursted, and before you could even say a word of protest, he was gone, throwing the door open with all of his built up frustration.

A few moments later, two silouhetted figures appeared behind the door before it crashed open, revealing a stout man with bull-like posture heaving in a slimmer boy with raven hair and wide doe eyes that shone like a startled bunny.

"JEON JUNGKOOK, EXPLAIN!"

rip my eardrums.

Your heart flew out of your chest as Jungkook screeched across the room and landed beside you, a thud from his muscular butt hitting the wooden floor as if Coach Jung saw a literal red flag on the boy's head.

Maybe it was his eyes reflecting the rage from the coach, who knew, because you certainly didn't get a chance to look before his feet clattered on the floor and he ran behind you as the Coach stormed towards him.

"Explain what!" Jungkook yelped, his voice coming out like a toaster popping as thick smoke filled the room and suffocated you to the point of not being able to speak.

"Where the hell have you been!" He stopped in front of Jungkook now, both of them standing behind you as you stood intoxicated with your gaze locked on the shiny steel bar of the railing opposite you. You didn't dare move as the room filled with silence, then Jungkooks voice echoed against the wooden walls again.

"W-when?" He was speaking so quietly you could hardly hear him.

Silence again.

"You think this is a joke, Jeon?" Was whispered in response, and you swore your heartbeat was louder than his voice not one minute ago.

"Hm? You do?"

"No, no sir, I- I don't,"

"Then where the hell have you been this past week!"

What's with all these silences? Why can't he just answer, 'oh, I've been thinking of dropping out of the dance routine, I have a new girlfriend now and she doesn't agree with me and Y/N working together' or even 'Y/N and I aren't talking much anymore. We can't work together?'

"Jeon?"

Your heart stopped.

"Why are you crying?"

—

"Doesn't suit you."

"Does anything suit me then?" Taehyung raised his arms in frustration as he was draped by a long dark hoodie now, standing before a red haired boy with a bored expression, a phone in one hand as he regarded him only slightly.