“You guys are funny,” Rosé said while giggling. “Funny is an understatement. I think the words weird, extra, and crazy , fit us much better.” I replied.
We continued to eat and be stupid while waiting for lunch to be over. When it was over I met back up with Jimin to show him the rest of the classrooms. At the end of the day I sat next to Youngjae on the bus and complained about Jimin the entire bus ride.
I started to walk home from the bus stop but I felt my phone start to buzz. I pulled it out of my pocket to see who it was. “Seriously, Hyunjin,” I groaned as I pressed answer. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” I could hear worry in his voice, “What is it this time,” I said with no emotion.
“Did Hoseok-hyung come back on the bus today?” he asked with a worried tone.
“Now that you mention it, no, I didn’t,” I replied, becoming a bit worried myself.
“S***t ,s***t, s***t, this isn’t good,” fear was evident in his voice.
“Why? Did something happen?” “Yeah... See so like he was being beaten up and ya know I’m a wuss, so I didn’t do anything...” he sounded like he was crying.
“Jinnie, it’s okay, I’ll help you, it’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself,” “B-but, I did n-nothing, when I sh-should’ve,” his words tumbled out past his lips and hit my heart, even though it was over the phone.
“Okay Jinnie, how about you come over and we talk about this in person, okay?” I said as I chocked back my own tears. “O-okay,” he hung up.
I broke down on my knees crying until I picked myself back home because I knew I had to comfort someone else, but I had to be okay myself to tell someone else it’s okay...
Jimin’s POV I saw a girl on her knees and I could hear quiet sobbing. As I walked closer I realized it was Y/n and scoffed silently.
One of the boys I had met earlier, came over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder as she got up, dried her tears, and started walking towards her house.
“Ha, what could she be crying about now?” I laughed.
“Dude,” he started, “I know you haven’t talked to her since what, kindergarten? But she’s a different person from the girl you remember, she would only cry if it was something serious, don’t make fun of her,”
“Are you serious, Jinyoung? You act like I care.” I walked towards my front door, away from him.
As I got inside, I started to think to myself...
“Why did I say that?!”
“Why do I keep doing this?!”
“Why is my life like this?!”
“Why can’t I control myself and be nice for once?!”
But most importantly...
“Why did I ditch my best friend?”