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Chapter Twenty

JUNGKOOK's POV

Looking in front of the board, no emotions, not making any noises as I tried to listen to what the professor is discussing but instead on letting it sink in my mind, the words he is letting out from his mouth just make my mind crazy.

We acted like we don't know each other. Just like normal seatmates, casually writing down notes without talking to each other. So far, I'm already used to the atmosphere we've created. I feel more comfortable not talking to him, but there's a part of my body that kept telling me to say something to him.

What should I say to him? I don't even know how to start because of what happened. I've been dealing with everything. I tried everything to find the solutions for them but it makes me suffer more and make the game harder for me to control.

"Alright, remember the topic we discussed today and we will have a quiz for tomorrow." As soon as the professor stopped, the bell is heard everywhere again.

Not wasting my time, I immediately slid my notes and the book I'm reading inside my bag, putting it on my shoulder, and stepped out of the row of chairs as soon as possible.

And that's what I thought. I thought I'll escape from him but unfortunately, he held my hand so fast, making me stop.

"I thought you don't want to make it obvious? Why are you holding me? They're still here." I said, not looking at him.

"You're mad?" he whispered, making me annoyed more for a second. I faced him, forcing a smile.

"No, I'm not. Can't you see?" I asked sarcastically before pulling my arms off his grip, going outside the room, not wanting him to deal with me.

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Being a dumb human being, I headed towards the second floor again. I'm already expecting to see Taehyung in here. I want to be alone, to be honest, but my body is forcing me to go here. Got no choice so I did.

I saw no one there, I'm alone in here. I heard nothing but the sound of the air circulating the area, dry leaves in the wide space. I sat down there for a bit, closing my eyes, calming my senses.

A lot of why's and what if's are eating my brain, making me tear up for a bit.

Why does it rain on me? Is this the process of every relationship where it will test your trust in each other?

Yeah, I already can see why do some people don't last in a relationship mostly the ones that are very young and new. The suspicions and others else make them overthink, no wonder why I do that right now.

I looked away, seeing my mind flying away. I just want to disappear for good. I guess that is the only way to just forget about shits for a while.

Some strong and smoked scented air filled my nostrils, making my head turn to my side and saw someone leaning in the wall, left hand on the pocket while staring in the sky.

He is holding something in between his finger. Cigarette?

"Are you okay?" he asked, bringing me to the time where it all started. He blew the smoke from his mouth before chuckling lightly.

Kinda got me, but I remained silent and stared at him with my blank face.

"I know you're still thinking about that girl. She's just a schoolmate, nothing more," explained Taehyung blowing again.

I looked away, putting my hands on my side.

"What's her name?" I asked with a serious tone, making him look at me straight to the eye.

"Why do you ask?" he asked instead of answering me.

"Aren't that girl the one in the picture when you two are kissing each other?"

My stares sternly landed on him, impatiently waiting for his answer. I saw his brows frowned in confusion before throwing the cigarette he's holding.

"Picture? What picture?" he asked, walking closer to me. Before he could even go closer to me, I quickly moved aside, making him stop.

I laughed silently before turning my head to him.. again.

"It's impossible for you to not know what's going on in our campus' newsfeed."

"I seriously don't know what's happening, I swear. If I only know, then I wouldn't be asking you right now," he whispered slowly, but enough for me to hear it.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Found the picture before throwing it to him. He scanned the picture slowly, his brows still frowned.

"Photoshopped," he said. "I'll never do this. And Samantha is just schoolmates. Nothing more." he continued before passing the phone back to me.

"Samantha? Isn't she the one that is known as a "bitch friend" in here?"

"I don't know. Just don't mind that, okay? You trust me, don't you?"

I shook my head slightly. Not because I don't trust him but Kim Taehyung? A very popular heartbreaker? Jeez, what do I expect though?

I felt his hand on top of my head, ruffling my hair before pulling me close to his, leaning my head towards his shoulder.

"You're the only one for me," he said softly before planting a kiss on my forehead.

Doubts, still there. I'm not convinced. Something is wrong really.

"Are you doubting me? You said you trust me?"

I sighed heavily, lifting my head looking very far.

"I do trust you." But I feel like you're doing something unwanted in my back.

He snakes his hands onto my shoulders, pulling me to him again.

"You know I love you right?"

I don't know. Maybe? Or not?

"Yes, I know."