Room 103 || Taegi ||

Chapter 35

I couldn't help but let panic sink into my stomach. I had Miss Kwon's class next and I knew exactly who would be in that lesson.

Not only did I have to sit at the same table as him, but Jungkook and Hoseok were also in that class.

God, why did Mrs Lee have to go off on maternity leave? The world must just hate me.

I take slow steps down the hall, wondering if this class was really that important but then I realise;

Why am I the one who's hiding? I wasn't the one who got caught, I shouldn't be the one sitting here feeling sorry for myself.

With that pep talk in mind, I stunt my way into class, my head held high.

Yes Taehyung, you can do this.

As soon as I enter the class however, all forms of courage suddenly depart from my body. My eyes land on my table where all three boys were sat. I gulp, shuffling slowly towards them.

Hoseok glances up from his textbook, a humungous grin playing on his lips. "Taehyung!" He shouts, earning the others attention also. Jungkook had a tiny smirk on his face yet a concerned look in his eyes.

Yoongi had his face on the table, covering it with his hands till he heard Hoseok yell my name. Instantly, his head whips up, gawking at me.

His skin appeared more paler than usual, his dark hair was rather rugged and messy look like he had run his hands through it multiple times. Yoongi's eyes looked heavy and bright red like he had been crying all night.

I could feel my heart breaking at the sight of him but I push the feeling away, taking a seat quietly near the boy.

I look directly in front to see Jungkook, he appears so happy and I'm not entirely sure why.

Shouldn't he be sad? He's literally just broke up with Jimin...or maybe what I heard was just a rumour?

Miss Kwon enters and begins with the lesson. I feel piercing eyes watching me throughout the class and all I wanted was for the floor to swallow me up whole.

Why is he staring at me?

I didn't spare him a single glance till now. My eyes faintly peer over to find the black haired male still gawking at me. My cheeks flush as I clear my throat, looking elsewhere.

Yoongi didn't even budge an inch after, his dark orbs were fixated only on me and it was making me incredibly uncomfortable.

I shuffle for the sixth time now in my seat, my gaze completely on the teacher at the front of the class.

Soon enough, Miss Kwon finishes her long lecture right when the bell rings. "Remember class to read through chapter 70 to 75." She announces while students clamber out their seats.

I get to my feet, taking slow steps passed Yoongi till I feel something tug at the back of Namjoon's shirt.

Swerving my head round, I see the older, dark haired boy gripping onto the white tee. "Who's shirt is this?" His voice croaks, its raspiness making me flinch.

"It's m-mines," I try to harden my tone but in the end it comes out weak and pathetic. His gaze was still on the back of the shirt when I feel his hand tighten against the fabric.

"Bullshit! I know this isn't yours," he hisses, his eyes finally meet with mines. I tug the tee away from his clutch with a glare, "what does it matter to you if it isn't mines?" He keeps his mouth firmly shut.

I could sense both Jungkook hyung and Hoseok hyung's stares on us but I don't care. Right in that moment, all I cared about was Yoongi and finding out what he really wanted from me.