== CHAPTER 3 ==

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What seemed so natural before, felt so awkward for him now.

What was frustrating even more was having to see the tiny trace of cut on Jimins lower lip each time he saw the other, and being reminded of their so called kiss each and every time. It’s been a week after they had made up, yet instead of feeling calmer around the other, he felt even more frustrated. Frustrated at how slowly the others cut was healing, frustrated at his own cut, which was now barely even visible, yet still Jungkook could spot it each time he looked in the mirror and each time his fingertips brushed over it.

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“Whats wrong with you?” Jimin asked somewhat concerned. “Mm?” Jungkook mummed in reply, as he turned his head to face the other, unsure of what Jimin meant. “I said, ‘what’s wrong with you?’” Jimin repeated a little louder and mockingly slower this time. “Nothing” Jungkook responded nonchalantly, turning his head back and continuing to bite on his nail; which was a bad habit he had, and one that came out every time he was nervous or annoyed about something. “Uhuh” Jimin responded sarcastically not even one bit believing the other, “So you’re going to stop biting your nails or what?”. “Mmm” Jungkook hummed back agreeing, as he continued to bite his nail absentmindedly. “So obvious” Jimin sighed, pushing Jungkooks temple with his index finger, before getting up to clean the blackboard, with Jungkook just carrying on biting his nail.

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That feeling must have been utter disgust, because he had to leave really quickly for the toilet. He rested against the toilet door with his back. He had been sick before, morning after heavy drinking with the others, but this was so much different. The heavy feeling was stuck in his throat, and he knew something was very wrong with him. The way he reacted to Jimin, and the way his body responded, he felt so scared of it all. He began to sincerely fear his own emotions.

He slowly came to realise what the feelings he felt were, but has been trying to avoid it for so long, and deny it at all costs. As long as he did not say it, and acknowledge it in words, he felt that it wouldn’t become real. Even with desperate thoughts of denial, he couldn’t help his eyes from tearing up.

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He sat there for a while, leaning his back against the wall. His hands tightly pressing over his mouth, in attempt to silence his sobs. The tears had now begun to burn his cheeks, yet the complicated feelings inside remained. He knew he had to go back to the classroom soon, or someone would be coming to look for him. He got up, getting some tissue to dry the remaining tears off his cheeks, - hoping no one would notice anything odd about his face.

His own reflection in the mirror startled him, before he leaned closer to the mirror, to inspect his face and in particular his eyes. It was so obvious that he had cried, and he felt lost as to what he was to do now. If he went to class like this they would all ask questions, and all the same if he stayed, as others would be coming here to look for him, which would seem even stranger.

 “Ah” he gave out a sigh, deciding to splash some cold water on his face, and making sure to press his cool fingers onto his eyes, in some hope that at least a bit of the puffiness and redness would fade.

The mirror showed a slightly better look of him now, but the redness still highly remained. He could tell the others that he was sick, and had puked in the toilets, it’s not like they would know anyway. Deciding to go with, he headed for the nurse’s office, putting on his most pained and sickly face, as he entered the room.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you in pain?” The nurse was all over him within seconds of him entering, bombarding him with questions and examining his face, not even waiting for him to respond. “Uh” he answered, taking a step back “I think I have food- uh- poisoning…” he finished somewhat unconvincingly; making his heart to begin to race, and then calming down at the sight of the nurse heading to the medication cabinet.

 “Do you know what food it was?” she asked as she inserted the key into the lock, then turned to face him “Is it just the pain? Or have you been sick?”. “I-uh… not sure what food, but I have puked…” he said trailing off; one of his hands nervously scratching the back of his neck. The nurses attention fell back onto the lock, and she turned the key, the little click indicating it was now unlocked. “I will give you some tablets, since you already been sick and it should have cleared out your stomach to some degree, but if you continue to feel sick come back and we will try something stronger” she rambled on by herself, as she took out some tablets- having rustled through few other packages of medication.

“Here” she said, extending her hand with two tables in it, and he somewhat hesitantly took it from her. “Take one straight away when you get to the class, and the other in an hours’ time” she said with a warm smile, “If you feel like you will cr- be sick again, just come here” she patted his shoulder lightly, and motioned him to go “Go, the class will start soon, you don’t want to attract any attention by being late”.

He walked to the classroom, and he couldn’t help but think that she knew he was lying, yet why give him the medication for anyway? Well it didn’t matter anymore, and it felt calming having her patting his shoulder, as if to say that everything will be fine, even if she didn’t know what was eating him apart.

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“Does anyone have any water?” he asked walking up the group of his friends, all of them taking a second glance at him, and he took out the medicine from his pocket. “What happened to you?” was the main question from them all, as they evidently studied his face, and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel his cheeks redden slightly. “Food poisoning!” he replied in annoyance, his other hand rubbing his stomach as if to ease the pain “So does anyone have any water or no?”. “Here” Jimin said, after rustling through his bag quickly, and passing it to him, concern clearly written on his face. “Thanks” was all that Jungkook could mumble out, as he drank the tablet down.

It wasn’t exactly a medication he was expecting, realising at the familiar taste that it left in his mouth, and the thought of the nurses words now made him grin stupidly to himself. It was clearly a vitamin she had given him. The nurse having really guessed right that he was only faking; although may not fully sure herself, and so telling him to comeback for ‘stronger medication’ if this one didn’t work, which he could only guess to be the true medication for food poisoning… in case he really did have it, but just wasn’t dying enough for her satisfaction.

“What is it?” Jimin was also smiling back at him, wanting to find out what was making Jungkook so amused. “No, nothing” he said shaking his head, his grin even more widening, “The schools nurse is really sassy” he gave out a chuckle, before looking down at his book. “Why? What happened?” Jimin questioned further, his curiosity growing at Jungkooks response. “Get food poisoning and you will find out” was a simple reply, and Jimin could only laugh at Jungkooks response “Is that something to be proud of? I’m friends with a crazy one” he now turned to his side, his gaze stopping on Taehyung, who was balancing a rubber on a pencil, “…make it crazy lot” he added almost in a whisper, as he watched Taehyung with a disgusted face, before pushing over Taehyungs accomplishment with his hand and poking his tongue out at the other mockingly. Taehyungs devastated expression was that of someone who had just lost his puppy, and he was staring at Jimin as if asking what he had done to deserve such cruelty from him, with Jimin ignoring him and simply looking away, and facing the front again as if he hadn’t even done anything. 

“So mean” was all that came out from Taehyung as a whisper to his ear, as the other was making another attempt at balancing.

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Now that he has made up with Jimin, there was no logical reason for him to ignore or avoid him. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew that he had to do something; anything to erase whatever he was feeling and the sooner he did that, the less he had to fear coming to school every day.

Jimin was on a touchy side of the nature, and Jungkook never gave it much thought, but now even the way the other spoke enchanted him, and he hated it. Having his earphones in his ears, sitting away from Jimin during lunch, actually studying during class instead of messing around with the other like before, and even using studying as an excuse not to have to go out with the others.

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“You’re really strange lately” Yoongi pointed out as they were walking to the convenience store. ‘Did he know?’ the thought hit him, and cold shivers ran through him, as he stared at the other in fear, the thought of being caught making his hands tremble. “You’ve been studying so much, and we both know that is really unlike you”. “I don’t want to repeat a year” Jungkook forced a laugh, fully knowing how bad of an excuse that was. “Is there something you want to do?” Yoongi finally asked, stopping next to the empty pedestrian crossing, with Jungkook giving him a look of confusion “What do you mean?”. “Like a dream, you know, like something you want to study after we finish high school or a job you want to do.” Yoongi answered in a serious tone now “You can tell us, we will not taunt you, you know we aren’t that bad of a friends, no matter how stupid what you want to do is”.

Jungkook only chuckled, putting his arm over the others shoulder and dragging Yoongi along with him “Lets cross while it’s still clear”. Indeed this was Yoongi, no matter how much the other pretended to be cold and indifferent, it was often him behind the scenes carrying out the smallest of kind acts. It was Yoongis hidden character, and a reminder why Yoongi was his friend after all, and even bigger reason to get rid of his feelings for Jimin. He didn’t want to betray his friends, or make them disgusted with him, he couldn’t bear the thought of being hated by them.

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