playing with fire | taerose 🌹

36.

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I rubbed my eyes, groaning as I had to go to school today. It was something I didn't want to do.

My mind was groggy, trying to focus on waking myself up when I had a reminder of what I did after school. I rolled over, shoving my face in a pillow.

I fucked my best friend. I couldn't believe I did something like that. I was hurting yesterday. And my heart is still repairing from what I've had to deal with. My head isn't in the right place right now. Did I do it with good intentions or did I do it because I really wanted to?

I got myself ready for school, dragging myself to the bathroom and to put on a little bit of makeup. I threw on my uniform, grabbed a jacket and wore my knee high socks this time to keep warm as winter is here finally.

I left for school, walking to the bus. I had my jacket hoodie up to prevent the snowfall from decorating my hair.

I felt still empty. My mind was wandering to my interactions with Taehyung. It's like a movie that played over and over in my head, and I just couldn't stop watching it. I wanted to forget about him, but I almost like it was impossible. No one has made me feel what he's made me feel, but I have no choice but to move on.

And how to move on? I have no idea.

Once I arrived at school, I walked up the steps and into the warm building, taking my hood down and releasing my red locks from under my jacket. I weaved my way through the crowd, bumping my shoulders into people not on purpose but because it was so packed.

I was at the art wing, and instead of appreciating the beauty, I kept my head straight. I could see Jungkook in the distance, trying to handle the mess he called a locker.

When I got closer, it's like he knew it was me. He turned around, a bunny smile flashing my way and I felt almost mesmerized. I stared into his eyes just a bit before they trailed to his neck: the ultimate reminder of what we did last night.

"Oh my god, your neck." I said with shock, moving his head so I could look at it better.

He had a trail of purple bruises on his neck. It was clear as day how much we did, and it caused a ruckus of anxiety in my tummy.

"Yeah...I was going to ask you how you managed to do that." Jungkook laughed a tiny bit before shutting his locker.

"I guess I got carried away..." I responded awkwardly, bringing my eyesight down to the floor.

"Is it normal to look like a bruise? How does it do that?" Jungkook asked and I sort of smiled at his innocence. He is the textbook definition of virgin.

"I'll show you another time." I smiled towards him and I felt Jungkook wrap his arm around me, his hand gently resting on my shoulder.

I studied the bites on Jungkook's neck as he walked proudly with me next to him. I was still in awe that we did something...that was unimaginable. And I don't think I would ever get over the feelings I felt during that time. It was all in the moment...and the moment felt...okay. Am I going to regret it? I'm not sure.

We stayed swaying together when I refocused my sight to in front of me.

A cold faced Taehyung was walking in our direction. He walked with confidence, wearing his black skinny jeans with nice dress shoes, his school shirt but his hair was pulled back in a beanie. His features looking strong and bold, I couldn't help but to stare. He was the most handsome man I've ever laid on eyes. When I looked at him, I felt love but it was dipped with sadness.