I was at Hoseok's with Chloé and some other friends. We'd been working on a group project for school together and now we were having some time to ourselves, laughing over beers and a game of cards.
My phone vibrated for probably the 17th time in the hour. He's really going to kill me...
"I'm sorry but i really got to go now..."
"Seriously? But Louna, it's only 11 pm !"
"You know very well it's not up to me, Hobi."
"Oh, is he here ?"
"He's here."
"Run, darling."
I slapped a quick kiss on his cheek, greeted the rest of the group and picked up my bag from the floor before leaving the flat. His car was parked not too far from the bus stop, as usual. I opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat.
"You don't have to pick me up, Jimin, there are still buses at this hour."
"You didn't answer my calls."
As charming as ever...
"I've been busy."
"With Hoseok ? What were you doing ?"
I rolled my eyes and sighed in reply. I know what he's insinuating.
"What ?
"But he's my best friend"
He imitated a high-pitched voice and mimed inverted commas with his fingers.
If you only knew how many times I've banged my pseudo 'best friends'."
"I don't want to know that."
I looked at him in disgust.
"Anyway, don't make me wait any longer."
"Then again, there are still buses at this hour. If it's such a chore to pick me up, you don't have to come."
"Don't talk to me like that. And it's not like I've got a choice."
"You know what? I'm going home on my own."
I unbuckled my belt and Jimin grabbed my wrist.
I was furious and too tired to stand it.
"Luna, I'm warning you, don't do this."
"Or what? What are you going to do? Punch me?
I don't need you and I know how to look after myself."
I grabbed my bag from the back of the car and got out. I could hear Jimin shouting at me but I kept walking, determined to stand up to him.
I'm fucking tired of the way he treats me.
I sat down at the bus stop to make my own way home. Jimin started the engine of the car and stopped in front of the bus stop. He rolled down the window on his side.
"Get back in the car now."
"Jimin, I don't need you, I'm not four !"
"Well, if you're not four anymore, stop throwing me a tantrum and get your ass off this fucking bench and get in the car."
I was stunned by the way he talked to me.
"Jimin, you're the one throwing me a tantrum. You made clear that picking me up was something that pissed you off, so, I'm going to get home on my own.
What kind of game are you trying to play, buddy-buddy? You've always hated me and it's mutual, I don't need your pity or your charity, I can still catch a fucking bus."
