The ride home was the worst. Everyone had seemingly forgotten last night's awkward air, but I knew I had hadn't. At breakfast, Taehyung was fairly silent, putting his two cents in every once and a while- but from the looks of it, nothing had affected him. I felt sick and didn't eat much of Jin's cooking, even though Eunmi forced me to down some protein.

  In the car, I called shotgun so I wouldn't have to deal with anyone for the ride. Jin was driving, so he was perfectly alright with a comfortable silence. After a while, though, I felt like my head was about to explode. It was so stuffy inside the car, and no amount of air conditioning seemed to make it better. Eunmi and the girls sat back with Jungkook and made conversation, but I didn't hear much of it. I was too focused on trying not to throw up.   We all got back to the bubble tea shop, and I braced myself for the impending time alone with Taehyung that was to come. He probably wouldn't say anything at all- like when he was mad at me for telling Eunmi. Or maybe, by some miracle, he'd want to talk about it and we could sort through this whole fiasco. But what would I even say? "I just realized I may or may not want to be more than friends, if we even are friends, and I'm deeply disturbed by your temper tantrum?" Well, maybe not the first part. But definitely the last part. No matter what I was feeling, I needed to know why he suddenly lashed out like that. It was all so confusing and I felt like I couldn't get anything done until we got over this.   Everyone hopped out of the car and I looked around.   "Where's the guys' car?" I asked no-one in particular.   "Oh, Namjoon is dropping everyone off at home," Jin answered me and I simultaneously felt relieved and upset. Well, maybe it was better this way. There wouldn't be any awkward walks home.   We all bid our goodbyes and said we'd see each other at school the next day, and Eunmi and I got on our bus. Eunmi lived in the next neighborhood over from the Kims, so this was the best way to consolidate. We sat next to each other, our luggage by our feet, and I stared out the window hopelessly.   "Hey, are you okay?" Eunmi asked, her expression contorted in concern.   "Yeah, all good here," I lied, giving her a thumbs up.   "I thought you and V got together," she said, a doubtful frown forming on her lips. Ouch.   "Ah, no," I smiled sadly, "In the end it wasn't anything after all."   "I'm so gonna kill him!" She shouted, gripping the handle of her backpack until her knuckles turned white.   "Ah! No, Eunmi, this is between me and him. It's fine," I said, but she scowled.   "I warned him! I told him that he can't play around with your heart like that! What a jerk," she scoffed, a truly murdurous expression darkening her face. I jerked up in surprise.   "Wait, you talked to him about us?" I asked, worry clouding my thoughts.    "Yes, of course! I'm your best friend! It's my job to stick up for you," she replied, shocked that I would doubt her for a second.   "What did you tell him? What did he say?!" I asked, turning toward her with my full attention.   She shrugged, "I told him not to start anything he can't follow through with. I just reminded him it's technically an arranged marriage and that he can't take away your freedom," she said.   "Oh," I sighed quietly, "Thanks, I guess."   "Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" She swung her arm around my neck, ruffling my hair.    "Ok, Eunmi, I love you, but I can't breathe," I whined, struggling against her grip. She laughed and let me up and the bus ride became a little less stressful.   ~   "So, Taehyung hasn't come home yet?" I asked Jinsoo carefully, who shook his head.   I sighed and unpacked as Jinsoo ran off to play video games. When I went into the bathroom, I put the toiletries away and splashed some water on my face. I looked in the mirror, staring at my appearance warily. I rubbed the ring around my necklace nervously, wondering if Taehyung's actions had anything to do with what Eunmi had told him. We still needed to talk, but bombarding him as soon as he got home probably wasn't the best idea. I'd get him after dinner for sure, though.   Apparently the fates were against that idea, too, because Taehyung didn't come home for dinner. I stayed up late, to make sure he wouldn't stagger in drunk again, but Mrs. Kim shooed me off to bed, saying she got a text from Jimin's mother that Taehyung was staying there overnight.    I went to sleep with anxiety building up in my gut, letting the murky thoughts enter m subconscious. I didn't remember any dreams when I woke up, but it felt like I hadn't slept at all.   When I got to school, I was bombarded with something new, though. Some people glared, some smiled and waved, and some even said good morning to me. I weakly smiled back to them, but struggled to get to my locker where Eunmi was waiting for me.   "Jinhee!" She squealed, "Everyone knows we were with BTS this weekend and look! I've gotten six new phone numbers and four invitations to be in clubs! This is so cool!" She stuck her phone in my face and I nodded blankly.   "Great," I grit my teeth. Any attention, even good attention like this, was unwanted. No matter what it was, I hated all the hassle that cam