Hmmm.

I am getting ignored.

I hate this.

How long it has been?

Waiting for him like a lost puppy, it's worst when he doesn't even look at me.

He skipped the entire day, locked himself. While I knocked foolishly.

Why is that? I question myself waiting for him by the stairs.

It's not like I miss him.

He was right here when I came back from gym, but ran back inside.

Is he upset? Am I gonna get kicked out?

“Can you ask him to come out?.” I look at the maid, she raises her brows before she nods bowing.

I hope he doesn't stay locked in the entire day again.

I sigh, grimacing at the thought that I had to wait for him for an entire day. It was tiring.

Mentally exhausting, Honestly.

“Hey, … Jimin.” I say stopping him by stairs, tilting my head to look into eyes, but he shifts his gaze. “Are you okay?”

He nods, blinks at me before asking me to move. I do.

“What is it now? I wasn't there for once. Stop acting like a baby.” I sigh following him down the stairs.

He halts before turning back to glare at me, his eyes red and slightly puffy. “I mean.. I am kinda S-sorry.” I bite my inner cheek.

What… did I just gave in?

Tapping his feet, he walks away without responding.

Now.

Great I … Apologised.

Got nothing in return.

Great.

It .

Ah.

It's more awkward at school, he keeps himself busy, Very busy. He can't even spare me a glance. 

I feel like a peasant. 

Maybe I am used to his attention or him looking at me, I feel little lonely inside.

Even if our eyes meet accidentally, or more like me staring holes into his back subconsciously making him look back. He averts his gaze, I am not sure if he is mad at me or hiding something from me.

I sigh scribbling on my book, I can't focus. It's foggy, it's like even if I know I don't care about him, the discomfort and hurting look in his eyes are distracting me.

To think, it should piss me off. I am offended because I feel as if he is hiding something, and it's so obvious that I am curious but not mad at him.

Before I register I am  following him around the school, maybe he doesn't notice. I don't care about him. I am curious. I definitely don't care about him.

He is pulling out his sportswear while storing his books in his locker, the entire place is empty and there's no one around, he tiptoes to push his bag in the locker before undressing.

Wait, am I watching him change.?

.

I hide myself behind the row of locker before gasping. Geez why did I followed him here?

My lockers are on other side. . 

Why did I even.

“Ah..”

Huh?

Was that a wince?

“Ow..” I hear it again, It was definitely Jimin. Tempting me to peek from the side.

I turn to the side, peeking.

Author POV

He gasps, few purple bruises on Jimin's prominent pale skin were visibly painful as the blonde haired male struggled changing into his sportswear.

Maybe this is the reason why he was avoiding him, coming alone to change in middle of break. 

Not being able to think straight. 

Jungkook moves forward walking towards the latter who's busy wearing his shoes, wincing occasionally holding his ribs.

“Jimin.” The latter jumps almost falling back. And Jungkook moves closer, with concerned look in his eyes. Not that he pities him, he hates it.

“J-jungkook…” stuttering he moves back. “What are you-u doing here?.”

“What was that?” He folds his arms, eyebrows furrowed. “Why were you avoiding me?.”

“What?.” He gulps holding his bag, moving few steps back as Jungkook leans closer.

The red part at the end of his lip seems more prominent from inches close, he focuses on it to find it bruised and slightly teared.

Jungkook subconsciously touches it making the latter flinch and hit his back at the locker.

“Who did this?.” His eyes turning red taller male asks.

It makes sense now. So