High School Love (Jungkook)

thirteen

"What the hell was that for?!" I yelled.

What's up with him? He can't just hit a kid out of no where!

"I'm not letting that child kiss you! Now come on, we're going home!" Changjo roared, grabbing my arm.

I looked back at Jungkook; he held his jaw as a small tear escaped his eye. The boy sat there in silence, staring at the ground.

"No! I'm not leaving," I pulled back and tried to get out of his grip.

"Hana," Changjo scoffed, holding my shoulders to face him,"Look at him; he's crying. He is a wimp, and you don't need to hang around the guy who bullied you, let alone kiss you!"

Anger boiled in my veins. I've never raised my voice at Changjo before, but this is ridiculous. There was absolutely NO reason to punch the poor boy!

"Changjo, get the hell away from me. I'm staying here! Don't you dare tell me what to do," I pulled away from him.

Jungkook was standing up now, but his hand remained still and the tear still lingered on his cheek. Pain shot through my heart seeing him in this state.

"Hana, just go with him. He's right," Jungkook murmured, not meeting eye contact with me.

"Jungkook," I held his free hand, trying to get him to look at me,"I'm not leaving you."

I turned towards Changjo, feeling the anger leave my system, but betrayal filled the spot,"How could you do such a thing, Changjo?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he stood there with a poker face.

I can't handle this any longer.

"Jungkook, we're leaving," I pulled the younger one towards the car, not glancing back at Changjo.

We reached the car in a matter of seconds. I forced the younger one to sit on the passenger side as I drove. The only place I knew where to go was his apartment.

I can't go to my house; I don't want to take the chance of Changjo stopping by. So that leaves his apartment to be the only good place.

"Hana-"

"Don't. Just don't talk right now, please," I interrupted him.

I can't take a chance of yelling at him for something that wasn't his fault. The anger keeps popping out of no where, and it's annoying me.

He remained quiet, all the way to his apartment.

Parking the car, I stole a glance from my side, noticing Jungkook was staring out his window.

The car wasn't in motion, but we both stayed still, not moving.

I decided to begin the conversation,"I'm sorry."

"Do you want to know why I was crying?" He spoke softly, turning his body to face me.

Hurt was filled in his eyes.

"Well you got hit in the face pretty bad-"

"No. It's not that. I've been in fights before."

Then what could it possibly be? I sat there for a minute, trying to figure out the answer.

"I.. I don't know..."

Jungkook sat there for a second, taking a deep breath before speaking,"I cried, not because of his wimpy punch, or his insults, but because of the fact that I can't be with you."

Confusion filled my head in an instant,"Why can't you?"

He smiles sadly, shaking his head,"Changjo already has you, Hana."