You understood, Jungkook.
You didn't make fun of me, even though there was bruise on my face, made by my father.
You understood, that this time, there's nothing to make fun of.
For an eyeblink I thought, that you are looking at me with sorrowness in your eyes.
But it was just my fantasy, right?
You know, Jungkook, it made my day.
I smiled throughout the entire math lesson.
You were the reason behind my smile.
It's weird, how little I need to be happy, right?
I wish it'd alway be this way, Jungkook...
After music lesson, teacher asked for both of us to stay.
You sat down right beside me, making me flinch.
Teacher asked us to sing.
You know, Jungkook, when you started singing, I stared at you with my mouth hung open.
Why didn't I notice, how perfect your voice is?
Maybe it's because I didn't want to hear you?
When you sing, you look completely different, Jungkook.
You look gentle, cute, smart...
When you ended singing, you lifted your head and smiled... at me?
I just ignored this gesture.
When my lines came up, I started singing.
When I ended, I didn't turn to see you.
I was embarrassed, you know...
When teacher let us go, I disappeared into a thin air.
I ran quickly.
I wanted to get back home as fast as I can, before you ruined my day.
But here we are...
You pushed me from the back and I fell down on the ground.
I was hurt, Jungkook.
Physically and mentally.
Your and your friend's laughter was echoing in my ears.
God, Jungkook, you're an asshole!
I slowly got up, using all of my might, and ran to the lockers.
Tears burnt my cheeks.
You ruined everything, Jungkook.
Why are you acting like this?!
Yes, of course...
You feel better doing it.
When I was done with books in my locker, I started going to the exit, and again...
Your hand on my shoulder made me look at you.
Once again, you whispered. "Are you okay, Jimin?"
I barely lifted my mouth corners. "I'm fine, Jungkook." Then I ran away.
What are those stupid questions meant for, Jungkook?
