Taehyung

“My head hurts.” Semi groaned, clutching her hair and curling up into a ball on her desk.

I flipped on my notes and tried to repeatedly write ‘ing happy’ on every random page, “That’s what you get for being such a woman who tries to guys just to prove she’s the hottest.”

“Excuse me? I am your friend!” she hissed, slamming her palm on the wooden desk.

I shrugged, “So am I.”

“You’re being disrespectful, how does that make you a friend of mine?” she yelled, standing up and drawing attention. I looked around and saw Hyesoo, just in time walking inside the classroom, her hands rummaging from her bag.

“I’m being honest, besides it makes me a friend of yours because I say it in your face.” I replied being as nonchalant as possible, “Rather than your girls who talk it out behind your back.”

“What?!”

“How can a woman like you be so loud?”

She laughed, a sarcastic one. “What are you saying? That every girl should be like that girl Hyesoo? That every girl should be as elegant and feminine as she is?”

“How the hell is she into this?”

“Geez, Taehyung!” Her voice cracked, like the sound of a girl beginning to cry. “All I wanted is for you to see me, all I wanted is for you to notice me so I try to be the girl you’d like. But ever since that girl came around I notice how much your attention has been drawing into her – I’m so jealous, and I know that it’s wrong. But can I ju