But You Love Me

So here I am doing probably one of the stupidest thing in my life. Standing outside a classroom where my friend is going to confess to her long-time crush, who happens to like me…
Regretting trying to help her, I’m pacing across the corridor with my arms crossed. Students pass by probably thinking i’m crazy as I eye them out. Letting them in there would be a difficult situation to deal with.
“Hey!” I look down the corridor to see Yoongi. Please~ not him right now!
“HEY! Yoongi! What are you doing here?” I say awkwardly standing in front of the classroom’s door.
“I’m coming to say hey to you…” He says judging me, looking me up and down.
“Oh… well hey…” I mumble while smiling awkwardly. He squints suspiciously at me and he knows what’s happening.
“Oh! Is that a person trying to get in the classroom?” Yoongi says suddenly, pointing down the corridor.
Stupidly, knowing it was a trap, I turned to see who he was talking about and he got behind me and into the classroom.
“Yoongi! NO!” I shout at him following after him, catching both Hyemin and Seokjin’s eyes immediately. They are standing by the window on the opposite side of the classroom to us. After a couple of seconds silence between us, I say, “I’m sorry guys, Yoongi and I are just leaving.” I grab Yoongi’s arm and smile at the two, dragging him away from the awkward situation.
“Wait!” Seokjin calls to us just before we are outside the classroom again. I look back to him, hoping he wouldn’t involve me in this. He runs up to me and removes my hand from Yoongi’s arm. “Saeyong-ah, it’s been two years,” he says looking me intensely in the eyes.
“Seokjin-ah,” I say desperately trying to avoid what’s coming.
“I like you Saeyong, and i’ve liked you for a long time.” He exhales. I stand in disbelief, even though I knew he liked me. Hearing him saying it, was another thing. It’s like, your brother telling you he likes me. I look past his shoulder to see Hyemin looking at me tearing up.
“Hyemin-ah…” I say sadly. She shakes her head releasing more tears from her eyes as she starts to run past us and through the door. “HYEMIN-AH!” With no regret I start running after her, and she doesn’t stop. As we find ourselves in front of the school’s main entrance, I finally catch up with her and grab her wrist to stop her. “WHAT?!” She says almost yelling at me. My whole body stops moving in surprise. Never once have I heard Hyemin yell at me.
“What? Hyemin, running away from this isn’t going to help. I just want to talk-“ I say softly trying to settle things with her.
“No, I don’t want to hear it, whatever it is.” She says shaking her head stepping away from me. “You’re not my friend anymore…” She quietly says as a tear leaves her eye. She turns and runs, and I don’t stop her…
Me myself have started tearing up and all I can do is stand there trying to make myself believe this hasn’t happened. Regret starts to fill me and the voice inside me says, ’you should have said something earlier.'
“Is she okay?”
I turn around to see a puffed out Seokjin.
“Not really… we’re you kidding back there?” I say looking at him with my arms crossed. He looks up from recovering and looks me deep in the eyes.
“Saeyong-ah, I never kid.” My heart sinks and I know I have to answer him. I don’t want to live in regret.
“You know I can’t answer what you want Seokjin-ah.”
So… your saying you don’t…” He looks at me with disbelief. My heart aches telling my friend this, seeing his eyes drop to the ground.
“I’m sorry Seokjin, you’re my friend.” I say with difficulty, and slowly.
He looks at me for confirmation, to which I give a sad look back. He drops his head low and rubs the back of his neck slowly. It’s only now I notice Yoongi standing quietly behind Seokjin listening in on our conversation. As our eyes meet he walks swiftly up to me and grabs my wrist, turning me around to walk me away from Seokjin. As I get turned around I keep my eyes on Seokjin, feeling the worst kind of guilt possible. His eyes also kept on me, as if he’s still questioning the reality of what has happened. Emotionally dragging me back to him with guilt, while Yoongi drags me physically away. After realising that Seokjin has never seen me as a friend, I turn my head and attention around to walking with Yoongi. Only now to I realise tears are swelling up in my eyes.
As we reach a bench to sit at, tears have started to fall. I think about how weak I must look to Yoongi, who’s been through worse, name say his parents’ deaths. But he just quietly sits down next to me and offers me a tissue.
“Yoongi-ah.” I say slightly shakily, turning my head to look at the tissue and it’s blurriness through my tears.
”Don’t feel guilty about rejecting him, Saeyong-ah.” He says taking the tissue into his responsibility, dabbing it softly under my eyes as I sniffle stupidly.
“No it’s not that Yoongi it’s just… you lost your friends, and I just lost mine.” I say grabbing the tissue away from him, wiping my own tears. That’s the least I can do to look self-sufficient at this time. He sighs in response, somewhat realising it himself.
“Just be glad your friends weren’t like mine previous friends,” He begins saying as he softly pats my back, “your friends will be back, don’t worry. You’re too good of a person to let go of as a friend. I couldn’t let you go forever either.” He comforts me with his factual opinion. By now the tears have stopped and i’m calm again. I rest my head on his shoulder, replying silently. He squeezes my shoulder softly, letting me know it’s all okay now. I hug his waist tightly burying my head in between his head and collarbone. “I love you Yoongi.” I muffle in his neck, half wishing he’d heard it and he didn’t.
“I love you too.” I hear him say in his husky, low voice.

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The school was surprised by our holding of hands, there’s no denying that. I was so worried walking through the halls like this, I held my head down gripping Yoongi’s hand tightly, hearing a few whispers from students passing by. “It’s okay, i’m here,” Yoongi reassured me. I slowly lifted my head to meet all the eyes staring at me (and Yoongi). As we walked down the corridor to our class we past our friends, that we had compromised for each other. The “Bulletproof Boys,” Seokjin, and Hyemin. I was worried of course, whether this was the right idea, being with Yoongi. The sacrifices we’d have to make and had already made.
The “Bulletproof Boys” still hadn’t taken the news well, giving me evils as we walk past them. Seokjin on the other side of the corridor, ignoring us. He sent me a text a few days after he confessed, after I bombarded his phone with texts asking him how he was. He said after my 50th message, “I’m okay Saeyong-ah, don’t worry. The only thing i’m worried about is losing you entirely. Friends?”
We’ve been trying to build our relationship together, as friends.
As we walk further down the corridor, I see Hyemin by her locker, hugging books to her chest, deciding whether she should pretend to not see us or look at us. Her eyes dart from the floor to me rapidly. Hyemin didn’t talk to me for days, maybe even weeks. I kept messaging her though, everyday… I had to, because she was my friend, through the thick and thin. She was now another person to love me for my bluntness and my insecureness.
I looked to Yoongi at my side, and he smiled softly back, making my heart leap and the corners of my mouth lift up into a smile. Even after many, many childhood years, he could still excite me. I thought to myself… was this the right idea? This was the right idea, because Yoongi was the right guy. Sure we fought a little, but it was always over within a couple of days. We never really hated each other, and truth be told, we hated being away from each other so long we made up so fast. I had him, and he had me, we balanced each other out perfectly.

Notes

Chapter 15! I hope you understood the ending paragraph. It's supposed to be like a few months or so ahead of when Hyemin runs away and all that.
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Thanks for reading guys, last chapter up next week!