"What the fuck? Why are you even in my bus?! And dare you push me like that again!" I glared him while my face turned a shade of scarlet.
It was my way of hiding my feelings. It was okay, he was already use to my babbling and the 'I-hate-you-blah-blah'.
We locked eyes and it straightaway became a staring contest. My nervous expression reflected in his unmoving and dilated brown pools.
He stared at me with his signature impenetrable look again. Feeling the butterflies starting to flutter in my stomach, I tried my best not to show how flustered I was getting with his gaze.
An undignified "What?" finally escaping my mouth, the word misshapen at the point of impact.
"Who do you love? Is it him or me?" He asked in a dominant voice. I shot my head back to him, my heart beating racing. I was mortified, frozen to the spot.
His eyes fixedly bore in mine.
"I- I don't k-know." Blushing would have been no problem, but what I did was go as red as a beetroot.
"What are you saying? I am talking about the song which I am going to sing at the competition this month. How is it?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow while narrowing his eyes at me.
"Ah? I- I haven't heard i-it" I lied, stuttering.
Fuck was he talking bout that song of Monsta x?
"Wait wait wait! What did you think, little girl?" He somehow managed to laugh clasping my shoulder.
"Ooww. You fucking dwarf! Don't call me little, 'cause I'm obviously not!" I slapped his shoulder hard, biting my lip to keep me from laughing.
His shoulders and thighs were brushing against mine every time I tried to move. He and Namjoon continued to laugh.
I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. But there was no rescue from this embarrassment. The memory would be seared into my brain forever, ready to pop up and torment me again whenever I'm in a quiet moment.
Ugh. Fuck him.
"But why are you in my bus!?" I rolled my eyes.
"My driver didn't come today." He sadly pouted. "And we live close by so I thought..." He left rest of the statement unsaid. I twisted my mouth, forming a 'O'.
"Now that we are paired up, where do you wanna do the project? in the building after school? at our home? or somewhere like study café?" He asked. His demeanour suddenly becoming serious out of nowhere.
I, myself wanted to ask him a lot of questions but then again, I didn't wanted to sound desperate.
"We'll see later." My gaze went to the window avoiding any further conversation.
"Pfftts Whahaha you both look so cute together!" Namjoon finally spoke, making an innocent face while joining his hands and being all melodramatic.
The fuck Joon?
"Bro, what suddenly gotten into you huh?" We turned around, glanced at him and turned our heads back to the front.
"I'm going to use my phone for some time." I announced as I took it out from my bag and onto my lap.
Jimin scoffed "You're a phone addict, I swear." I rolled my eyes in response.
Jimin and Namjoon talked for a while and I continued to scroll through Instagram. And then at that moment I caught sight of my DMs where I accidently saw my ex's text:
_yeonjunchicc
(Online)
Y/N I sorry that I left you, it's been 6 months but I couldn't mange
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