tutor ; park jimin

chapter XV

I drag my feet inside school the next day, considering if I should go back home after such an awful night of sleep. I couldn't forget the way Jimin looked at me with such fury and disappointment filling his eyes, it haunted me all night.

It was such an amazing day that went downhill in a matter of seconds and now I don't even know what to do, where to go in school, where should I head? The classroom?

It was so easy before him; no getting in trouble, no missing classes, no being suspended, no being distracted, I just walked inside the school and went straight to class, then back home.

And that was it.

But not anymore. Now there was a plus. Something else. Someone else. Now there was him. And suddenly, there wasn't.

I walk inside math class, the first time in weeks that I'm the only one in the classroom. As the room starts filling with people and time passes by, I see no sign of Jimin.

Did he really miss class? For such a stupid reason?

But no, he walks in with Taehyung and, without even glancing at me, he sits down. Taehyung at leasts greets me a quiet good morning, but Jimin on the other hand, acts as if I'm something invisible to his eyes.

It seems like all the periods before break will never finish, and to be honest, that's what I'd like to happen.

What am I even going to do on break? Not sit with Jimin and Taehyung, that's for sure. And that will make people start talking. It's like I can already hear them.

"Oh, my god. Did they already break up?"

"I heard he cheated on her."

"Maybe it was only about sex for him."

"He left her."

"I knew he didn't have feelings for her."

He, he, he. They always talk about him, how he fucked up, how he hurt me, but what if I'm the one who fucked up? I'm the one who hurt him? Without even intending to do so. I was just trying to show him I was actually proud of who he had become. I was just trying to show him I care. I was just trying.

The rest of the day goes by so slowly and painfully. People whisper things when I pass by them. I barely see his face for the rest of the day. Until the end of class, when I instinctively go to our meeting spot, but gladly, as soon as our eyes meet I remember, how is he supposed to take me home when we are barely talking to each other? Or better, not talking to each other at all?

His eyes meet with mine as he walks towards the tree we always meet after class, maybe he also forgot. He gulps down and looks away changing his route as I do the same.

Why can't I just go up to him and say sorry? Or ask him if he will ever talk to me again?

"J-Jimin-ah!" I call out before I lose him of my sight.

He turns around and looks at me with a frown.

"Yeah?" he mouths.

"N-never mind." I shrug and turn around to start walking to my house.

The weather is so cold and my fingertips keep getting colder. The only thing I can think of is if I'm getting frostbite or not, cause damn it's so cold.

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a male voice and a car slowing down next to me.

"Minkyung." he calls.

I look at the guy and see Jimin looking up at me, a serious, blank expression on his face.

"It's really cold out there. Come in." he says, his eyes focusing on the steering wheel.