best frenemies | p.jm✔

Three.

I stand between the three, not knowing what to say.

Right now, I feel bad for the oustretched hand in front of me.

"Hold on for a second." I say to Jimin as I take his hand and put it down slowly.

Taehyung nabs my hand and me, Taehyung and Jeongguk are standing in a triangle.

"I think you should go." Taehyung suggests.

"After what he did to her? No WAY!" Jeongguk whispers angrily.

Oh Lord, what do I do?

"Taehyung has a point." I say. "The more I hang out with him, the better our condition would be."

Taehyung nods and Jeongguk shakes his head. "Fine." he murmurs. "But please take care."

I turn back to Jimin.

Here we go.

"I'll come with you." I say bravely.

He shoots an unlikely smile. "A good decision." He remarks as he takes my hand, and we set off through the corridors.

He drops my hand, which is a GOOD thing, considering the fact that there are millions of dating rumours in school already.

After we cross a lot of students, we reach an empty hallway, and he takes my hand again, but really firmly.

He picks up his speed, and in no time, I was running with him.

"Jimin, our class is that way! Where are we going?"

He didn't respond. Instead, he opened a door, leading to a dusty room, not more that 6 feet.

He pushes me against the wall, pinning my arm behind my back. He covers my mouth with one of his hands.

"Listen, Kang." he mutters. "Don't try beating me in anything. It will never work. EVER. All you have to do is give up. It's simple."

I shriek in pain. "Let me GO!"I scream, but he only pinned my arm harder.

"Oooh, are you gonna cry? Aw I hurt the wittle bwayby, awww." he teases.

Once again, using my instinct, I kick him in his knee and pin him to the wall as he let go of my arm.

"Now YOU listen, Jimin. I'm not giving up just yet. So you better deal with me, and face your fear, because you're going to have nightmares when I win. And I'M the one who's going to star in it."

He pushes me off, and I let him go.

I feel his breath brush against my nose, because the room was so tiny.

"Fine." he admits. "Do what you want, Eunbin. But just so you know, we aren't friends. And, when you fail..." He trails off and gives me a nasty smirk.

"Don't come running to me, crying and asking for forgiveness."

He opens the storage room door and we both exit grumpily.

I couldn't think of anything to say to him. But soon, we reached class.

I guess Mr. Wang couldn't make it to school today.

There were paper planes flying, children laughing and talking, and yup, my friends were surrounding my empty bench.

I stomped over and sat down, not saying a single word.

"Eunbin, don't think we're gonna let you go without you telling us what happened." Moonbyul says.

I groan as I slouch back into my chair.