Friend [Jimin ff] ✅

Chapter 5

I gave up my sleep just to give you solutions and hear your concerns.

But all the solutions I gave was to mend things up with her.

Do you know how hard I gritted my teeth when after all those midnight-till-dawn talks, I still had to be the middleman between you and her?

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"Come on, Y/N. Help me this time, you're a girl, you should be able to understand girls better," Jimin was currently on his knees by my desk, begging me to mend things up with his girlfriend after their thousandths times of arguments.

"No, Jimin. I've been through this for damn plenty of times. Do it yourself," I ignored his puppy eyes, and kept on looking for the answer of my homework from the textbook on my desk.

"She never wanted to hear me out, but she listens to you well," he added, and I was feeling even more annoyed at this boy.

Why would he wanted to date someone who didn't want to listen to what he said?

So he just followed her every word but she never even want to hear out his?

What kind of one-sided relationship was that?

"So?" I answered coldly, quickly jotting down the answer I found from the textbook, not giving a fuck to this 'best friend' of mine at the moment.

"Are you going to keep acting like this?" Jimin sounded angry that I ignored him and refused to help him with his girlfriend, and it was easily detected in his voice.

Also from his sharp stare that I could feel boring holes through my head.

"Acting like what?" I asked boringly, but froze up upon hearing his answer.

"Like a bitch," his mutter wasn't heard by anyone else inside the class other than us two, but I felt like he screamed it into my ears.

Slamming the pen down and closing the thick textbook with a loud thud, I finally turned my head towards the boy who had shocked expression on his face.

Whether he was surprised at my action, or he felt guilty that he just called me a bitch, or because he saw how hurt I was at his word, I don't care anymore.

"So now I'm the bitch?" I whispered, squinting my eyes at the boy who stayed kneeling by my desk, and he looked even more guilty now as I repeated his own word that he threw to me.

When he had nothing to answer me, I just scoffed and quickly packed my things, not feeling the mood to study anymore.

Pushing the chair with a loud screeching sound while standing up, Jimin followed my action and also stood up to search for my eyes.

"Y/N -" he called and tried to grab my wrist to stop me from packing, but I slapped his hand before his could do it.

"Don't touch me," I muttered and continued to pack my pens and books, wanting to quickly leave the class, away from Jimin.

"Y/N, please"

"I'm out of here," walking to the door, I ignored Jimin when he started walking backwards, doing his best to keep staying in front of me to stop me from leaving the room.

"Y/N, I'm sorry,"

"Move, you're blocking my way,"

He held the door with both hands to prevent me from going out but I just crashed my body into him making Jimin stumble backwards, losing his balance but didn't fall due to his fast reflex.

I didn't waste my time and walked along the hallway going to the stairs to leave the school compound, and I heard Jimin’s steps getting closer, catching up to me.

"Y/N, please!" he grabbed my hand forcefully as I almost reached the stairs, and I tried to snap my hands away from his hard grip.

But Jimin wasn't letting me go and it left me no other choice.

"Don't fucking touch me, you fucker!" yelling out loud not caring if the whole floor heard me and giving it my all, I kicked his shin hard and huffed out in relief when Jimin crouched down in pain holding the shin I just kicked.

Worry filled up my head about the thought of possibly fracturing his bone, but I brushed it off as I turned around and left the boy still groaning in pain at the corridor, that was now filled with curious students who were wondering about my loud shout earlier.