Do to Live, Do to Hurt

七

The bell rings meaning it was time— for most people in our grade— to get ready for the party they were going to attend. But I was just going to stay here with Jimin— and probably yoongi— to clean up the library.

As I strolled through the once filled hall, I had a strange feeling in my mind.. but I didn't know what it was.

It felt like I was seeing things.

I stopped in my tracks.

Squinting towards the boys bathroom entrance, I noticed at dark figure, probably about the same height as me standing there—half of their body hiding behind the column that stretched from the ceiling to the floor—as if they were waiting for me.

I blinked my eyes a few times in disbelief but when I looked back at the figure, it wasn't there anymore, but was walking the other direction which was away from me.

I continued down the hall toward the library in shock. What was that?

In the library, I met up with jimin and as i expected, yoongi was there too.

"Hey." I greeted my two friends.

"Hi." They both replied but jimin in a more enthusiastic tone.

"Where's the teacher? There's supposed to be one here watching us."

"Uhm.. behind you?" Yoongi hyung jokes.

He wasn't joking..

"Hello Mr Jeon."

"Oh shi-!" I shouted, almost cussing in front of my English teacher.

"Fu- you scared me sir." I finally say after taking a few breaths and stepping back a bit.

"Min Yoongi, what are you doing here? You weren't assigned a community service."

"The.. more the merrier? And it would also be faster as fu- it'd be faster if I also participated.."

"If you wish. Now follow me. We didn't come here to have a chat."

"You will organise this aisle until they are all in alphabetical order based on the author's last name. They also must be in their right classifications." The teacher explained, and with that said we started cleaning straight away.

...

Taehyung's POV

I sat at the edge of my bed, my legs dangling off the edge of my bed, contemplating whether to go to that stupid party or not.

I mean, I would be able to leave the house for a few hours away from my parents.. and Jin will be there.. but on the other hand, there are gonna be stupid people making stupid decisions, people wanting to 'do it' with me in one of the rooms there. I'm sick of people (besides jin), plants are better.

Hoseok's POV
I threw my burning cigar into the cold cement before stepping on it then leaning back onto the brick wall. I close my eyes making everything look dark and empty.

I hear indistinct chattering from some girls. Getting closer. Then they were right in front of me

'If you're planning to do anything bad to them, please don't'

'I'm in charge no and you can't do shit about that.'

"Hoseok oppa, would you like to accompany me to SooYoung unnies party?" She shyly asks and I can see her blush a little. Her friends were a few feet behind her whispering to each other, and I could hear everything.

"No. I don't want to have anything to do with you. I don't even know shit about you so why would you even ask me out?"

"B-but we were frien—"

"I Don't. Know. You." I finally say before walking off.

'You didn't have to be so harsh, she is my friend.'

'Was your friend. Remember, I'm in charge now and I can do whatever I want to do'

Jin's POV
School was now over and today is SooYoung big party. Namjoon and I are going together but my gut told me to leave him, 'your going to get hurt again', it whispers as if it was whispering in my ear, but I ignore it knowing that everything will be ok and told myself that he has changed after what had happened.

I was walking towards Namjoon and his gang, lounging around outside in a corner smoking cigarettes. One of Namjoon's friends notice me, looked at Namjoon then said something to him that I didn't quite catch.

Namjoon then looks at me, smirks a little, looking me up and down as if he was making fun of me, then walks to me leaving his gang just a few feet away.

"What do you want?'

"I was wondering if we're still going to SooYoung's party?" I said rubbing the back of my neck

"Ugh, yeah"

"When are you going to pick me up"

"I"ll pick you up at 9pm. And don't take too long and make sure you wear nice clothes or something, just because you have a pretty face doesn't mean your taste of style is."

I can see his friends snicker past Namjoon's shoulder then I look back to his smiling face.

"Am I a joke to you?" I mutter not even loud enough for namjoon, who was right in front of me, to hear.

"Sorry, what?" he slightly chuckles

"Am I. A. Joke to you?" I cut the question into pieces so he can understand me better.

They all chuckle again as if I was joking. Including Namjoon.

"It's about time you figured out."

"Figured out what?" I question sternly.

"That I don't like you. Never did I like you, never will I ever like you."

I let out shaky breaths. and they noticed.

"Did you really think that I liked you?"

I didn't want to answer.. but then again.. I didn't want to seem weak.

I decide to leave them be and walk the other direction avoiding any eye contact with anyone who was around.

I didn't want anyone to know that I was tearing up because of him.

He doesn't matter to me anymore.

Maybe I was wrong. He hasn't changed at all.