Chapter Six: Where Romance is Dead

Nana brushed my hair out of my face and we giggled, pulling her closer together so that none of the boys could hear us at the lunch table.

“He was leaning over me, and then he kissed me,” I whispered, squealing as quietly as possible. Nana laughed, nudging my shoulder.

“I can’t believe you two actually kissed,” she gushed.

“Me either.”

“What are you two talking about?” Jimin asked suspiciously.

“Nothing!” I said loudly, making it obvious that I was lying. I cleared my throat, glancing behind my shoulder to see if Jungkook was here yet. I wanted to see him, to be able to hold his hand and let everyone know he was mine.

“Why are you sulking?” Taehyung probed.

My eyes rounded. “I-what? I’m not sulking! I never-I…” I faded off awkwardly, unable to pull off a cover. I ended up pouting at the table.

“Well that was convincing,” Jimin snorted, blowing into his straw and making bubbles with his fruit punch. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at his immaturity.

“I-Ara?” Nana asked carefully, distracted by something behind me.

“What?”

“Um, did you two agree to exclusively date each other?” Her eyes trailed back to mine, careful and guarded.

“Not so loud!” I bit my lip, glancing around at the table that was straining to hear what we were talking about. I leaned in closer. “I don’t think so? But that shouldn’t matter. I mean, we were making out. It's implied, right?”

Nana looked behind my head again and I went to see what it was. Her hand wrapped around tightly on my shoulder before I could. “Don’t turn around.”

“Why?” I frowned, ignoring her and doing the opposite of what she said. All too easily, I understood exactly why.

Jungkook was making out with Yeri.

My eyes burned a hole against him, blinking back tears. I turned around swiftly, unable to meet her gaze.

“I, um, I have to go,” I murmured, grabbing my tray to throw in the trash.

“Ara,” Nana sighed, hurrying after me. “Hey, it’s okay. Look at me.”

I pulled gently out of her grasp, trying to hurry before I burst into tears in the lunchroom. As soon as I made it to the bathroom I slid against the wall, burying my face in my hands.

“I’m so stupid!” I cried. Nana wrapped her arms aro