miniskirt.

eighty one

chaeyoung happily got into the car of her mother's, buckling in the seatbelt.

it was right after school, she and jimin along with a few others had been studying for physics.

well for a little while. then everyone else left and it was just the two of them.

"hey mom."

"who was that boy?"

she froze, hands automatically fiddled with the ends of her jacket nervously. that boy?

that was jimin. if she had seen jimin, that means she must've seen chaeyoung kiss him right before she left the school.

fuck. fuck, this—this was really really bad.

"o-oh, that's my friend, jimin. we were studying with my other friends, yongsun and mina..."

"friend?"

so she had seen.

"is he just a friend chaeyoung?"

"y-yes."

"do friends kiss each other?"

the amount of guilt that had built up in chaeyoung over the months that they had kept their relationship a secret from almost everyone had been too much for the high school girl to bear. she had never upfront lied to her parents about something so important to them.

they were strongly against high school relationships. they believed that boys would only hurt girls.

why couldn't they believe that some guys were actually nice to girls like jimin? why did they always believe that boys were accidental screw ups?

her father never ever said how he felt about relationships, but clearly he agreed with her mother since he never said anything about the matter.

chaeyoung glanced out the window as her mom continued to drive. the woman was angry, she could feel it.

"text him right now and tell him it's over."

"what? mom, i can't do that over text!"

"i could care less."

"well i care about him!"

she scoffed. "you really think high school relationships are that serious?"

"he's important to me right now! jimin is not some," chaeyoung choked over her own words, desperately trying to keep a straight tone without sniffling and crying.

"he's not a bad guy. he's smart and he's responsible. he cares about his grades and his family!"

"i don't care. we have rules chaeyoung, rules are there for a reason, not to just be broken whenever you want!"

"i'm not breaking up with him! who cares about stupid rules like that!"

the rest of the car ride was scarily silent, except for her soft sniffles. chaeyoung had dreaded this day, why her?

why was this happening to her?

why did her parents even care? why couldn't they trust her about jimin?

pulling into their garage, her mother halted on the breaks, harshly pulling into the parking gear. she slammed the car door behind her, then yanked chaeyoung out of the car.

"where's this attitude coming from huh? who taught you this attitude?"

her hand pinched into chaeyoung's skin, stinging resonating throughout, leaving her seeing stars and nothing but pain and shame.

she was crying more.

"did he teach you this? this is why we don't want boys—he's only taught you how to lie and deceive. how long has this been going on?"

"huh?" she hit chaeyoung's head. "how long chaeyoung? answer me!"

"almost a year."

"what?" her eyes blazed. "you've kept this from us for a year? what else are you hiding?"

chaeyoung cried louder.

"what? don't give me those stupid crocodile tears, what else have you done? you probably slept with him at this rate? what were those sleepovers with jennie for? did you really stay at her place or did you sneak off somewhere else?"

she pushed chaeyoung roughly, leaving her on the floor.

"i am so angry with you park chaeyoung. just wait until your father gets home."