It has been 4 days since my fainting accident. I was still a tiny bit embarrassed since I fainted from exhaustion and not from anything else because the whole school was buzzing about it. And not everyone knew I fainted from exhaustion so now they’re just making things up. Teenagers these days, they have nothing else to do.

Nothing much has changed these past few days. School went on as per normal, I was still treated as a 174th place although I might say I have gotten new “friends”. Taehyung was very excited to be my friend however on the other hand, Yoongi was reluctant. Once Taehyung mentioned the word “friend” to address me, his body went stiff and he refused to look me into the eye. So I guess he’s still in the acquaintance region.

Speaking of friends, I haven’t been seeing Jungkook these days, I mean it’s not like I pay any special attention to him or anything. I just see him less frequently from before and back then he used to make an effort to greet me. I guess friends do grow apart. Maybe next time I should make the initiative to go approach him instead. But what if I embarrass myself in front of his friends and make him not like me anymore. Dramatic gasps. Nevermind, better safe than sorry.

But as I said, school continued as per normal so we still had those producer courses, which is why my head is being hung in shame and Yoongi is getting as pissed off as ever.

Plus, that morning wasn’t my best since my mother caught me sneaking off to school and I had to try to pry her off as I listened to her emotional rambles. It also did not help that that day is coming up. Its been dampening my mood.

“So you are telling me, that this was all that you practiced for the whole week that we didn’t see each other?”

My head hung lower as I slowly nodded my head, afraid to meet his gaze. Yoongi let out a long sigh before, slumping back down to his chair in contrast to his previous standing position.

“Look, I understand you but that doesn’t mean you still don’t try right? Maybe I shouldn’t be too hard on you, I mean you just fainted the other day-”

“It’s okay, it’s my fault, I understand,”

Pity. An emotion I see sprawled out on faces often. The last time I saw it was in my father’s funeral. That’s right. After he left my mum for another woman, he died in a car crash. I guess that’s what karma is.

Anyway, the 10 year old me did not feel a shred of remorse or sadness during his funeral. He was only a father to me by name. He wasn’t here when I won my first spelling bee nor was he here when mother cried out for him every night when she thought I was asleep. Speaking of mother, she was over his casket, yet again bawling her eyes out. I still did not understand her. Why was she crying for a