Diet | K.TH (REWRITING)

Chapter 9: Please

Memories came back slowly of that night. I, in fact did, not do anything with Seokjin. In all reality after playing truth or dare, Taehyung and Hoseok convinced me to stay so I wasn't going home drunk and alone. Hoseok told me to just go pick a room to sleep in and that it didn't matter which one. Just like that I went to sleep in the first bed I found. Hoseok confirmed this when I called him about it. Nothing happened between me and Kim Seokjin. He just slipped into the bed with me at some point. If anything what he said, and did was more than likely to just scare me. But that gave the top dogs more than enough reason to come after me if need be. Because of this I honestly hadn't gone to school in days. Emails were sent to all the teacher's stating that I had been running a horrible fever, and that I could try to complete everything at home if I receive lecture notes. Many measures were taken so I didn't have to step a single foot outside. Everything from having groceries delivered to cancelling study sessions with Hoseok.

I just couldn't face anyone other than Jihan.

I sit casually on my bed that has notes and all sorts of stuff scattered on it. My work load piled up a bit, but i had plenty of time to get it all done if I had nothing else to do. Maybe about a third of a way into my self taught diction paper my phone starts to ring. Mindlessly continuing to type, I answer expected it to be Jihan. "Hey, what are having for dinner? Because I think I might skip, and I don't want you to cook too much." The words leave my mouth before I notice the sound of the front door opening. A voice called to me, and my eyes widened.

Jihan was home, and definitely not on the phone with me.

"It's not good to skip meals (Y/n)," Hoseok's voice was on the other line. My hands leave my keyboard as I let out a heavy sigh. His usually bubbly voice sounded kinda weak and saddened to me. I wondered what was wrong, but decided to just leave it be and let him decide if he wants to tell me anything. "What is it Hoseok? You don't just randomly call," my tongue clicks and I wait patiently for him to answer me. At first he just stays quiet on the line but after a moment he takes a deep breath. "I'm coming over. I'm bringing the boys along too. We need to talk about what Jin did, and some of us want to see you anyway."

"Why? I wasn't friends with any of them except you and we were kinda hiding that," I argue and neglect the rest of what he said immediately. "Taehyung considers you a friend, and we can't hide that anymore. Honestly after you ran out that morning I couldn't just let this stupid social barrier thing stick to me." I wanted to believe him, I did but there's just some things that don't seem real enough for me to trust in. "Well you don't have my address. So, you won't be coming over. Sorry," but just when I thought I could escape Hoseok starts to laugh on his side of the line. Confusion ran through me as his loud laughter died down for him to finally explain himself. "Jimin has it, him and Jihan have been getting on pretty well. Didn't you know?" The slyness in his voice was so evident that I almost wanted to punch him through the phone. "Please? (Y/n), I actually miss seeing you believe it or not. And maybe if you talk it out you'll come back to class."

For a moment or two I thought about this conversation he wants to have, and I give in with a very loud sigh. I can feel Hoseok's smile as he hears me admit my defeat. "If we talk about this, you have to tell me why you're sad," it slipped out almost. I hadn't meant to say it, but I didn't retract the comment before quickly hanging up to ignore any protests he may have had.

Okay (Y/n), let's get ready.

I throw on a t-shirt and some jeans before going down stairs. Jihan is in the kitchen cooking an army sized load of food for the guys I'd assume. Her beautiful voice singing quietly as music plays softly in the background. She was good looking, an amazing cook, had the voice of an angel, and was a soft hearted girl who knew how to have fun. I don't know how, but Jihan was too perfect to be true. Except when she does things like give our address to the Bangtan boys, and fails to mention it to me. "Oh Ji~" I call out to her, and she was basically already running the other direction. She knew she'd been caught, and she wasn't ready for her punishment yet. Instead of chasing her I just laughed loudly. Jihan was such a handful, and she knew it. But I loved her anyway.