But You Love Me

I guess this would happen. I don’t want to see him either right now.
A polite knock suddenly breaks me from my thoughts and brings me back to the empty classroom i’m in. Who could that be? Without Yoongi turning up to this meet-up who…
A face appears around the corner of the door smiling brightly at me. “Seokjin-ah, what are you doing here?”
“I’m joining the club!” He says joyfully walking over to me.
“Uhhhh… why?” I say confused. He stops in his tracks and stares at me with wide eyes.
“Wait… you don’t want me here?” He says slightly worried.
“No, I just am wondering why you’d join this. You’re all about studying by yourself.” I replied slightly laughing at him. He sits dow next to me taking his bags off.
“People can change… plus, I don’t trust you to be around Yoongi by yourself much longer.” He says seriously taking his books out. He gestures me to continue studying with a small smile.
I resume with a sigh, thinking about what this will change while staring at a maths equation. I get why Seokjin cares about me being around Yoongi and how it’s dangerous but, to this extent? If Yoongi was here right now… or maybe he won’t turn up anymore. This thought makes me unexpectedly sad and my heart drops slightly.

*Yoongi’s POV (P.S I don’t like changing POV so this is a one off)*

Him. He’s there now. My eyebrows twist self consciously.
Saeyong’s eye line turns towards where I am. I dodge her view quickly by ducking under the window’s view.
“People can change… plus, I don’t trust you to be around Yoongi by yourself much longer.”
My hands curl up into fists and my chest starts to burn.
“Yah, let’s go,” Jimin says to me tired of me standing around.
I sigh, frustrated. He can’t say anything about me. He doesn’t know me. And, Saeyong, how could she accept him. Saeyong.
“Fine… let’s go.” I say defeated to Jimin. As I walk he walks along side me as if we are roaming the halls at lunch.
“Hyung.”
“What?”
“Why Saeyong?”
I stop walking when I hear her name. I turn to him. “Huh?”
“Lately you’ve been hung up on her? Why her? Do you know her well?”
No wanting to speak of her, I start walking without warning leaving him behind. He doesn’t follow though, knowing where my temper stops. Right now is that moment, where my heart boils in fury… usually. This time my heart sinks down as if i’m, sad? disappointed? Both?

*Saeyong’s POV*

My eyes scan around the place searching for that face. I wouldn’t be here if Miss Yang hadn’t forced me to go looking for him. Seokjin insisted on helping so I made him go to the other half of the school. I see him. On a bench… by himself? Where’s the rest of the “Bulletproof Boys”? I slowly stroll up to with my arms crossed seeing if he’ll notice me. Slowly he lifts his head and looks around bored before noticing me and changing his posture and expression. I stop in front of him and release my arms to put them in my pockets. “Where were you?” I say in a un-intended worried voice.
“Wouldn’t you you like to know.” He says slumping down on the bench showing me his staunch attitude straight from the beginning of the conversation.
I sigh and wonder why I’m even trying, but a little voice tells me not to give in.
I fold my arms again replying,”look, your attitude is something that is never going to be scary to me. Give it up. And as for picking on Hyemin, i’m letting it go, as long as you attend the club from now on.”
He rolls his eyes and stands up coming just enough taller than me to making it seem like he’s in charge of the conversation. “It’s not like you were studying by yourself on Wednesday.” He says bluntly as me.
He saw Seokjin? He was there on Wednesday?
Before I can answer he turns away and starts walking. I stop him by grabbing his wrist and yanking him to face me again.
“You were there yet you didn’t come? You’re such a coward,” I say surprised.
“I’M NOT A COWARD!” He flicks my hand off his violently pushing me to the ground where I lay in surprise. I spurt of pain goes up my right wrist which is holding my weight. I stand up slowly so I can see it clearly. Looking at the under side of my wrist I see blood leak slowly from grazes across the base of my hand and wrist. I winch slightly as I feel the pain spurt through it again.
I look around hopefully for Yoongi, but obviously he left.
Ouch. This is gonna be hard to hide from people.

Notes

As promised here it is :)
Feeling slightly stuck on future chapters :/ life making me make choices when all I wanna do is lie in bed on Tumblr.
Lucky I have this :D writing this makes me forget about life for a bit.
Hope you all enjoy it and are enjoying life.
Stay healthy and well everyone~!
MUAH~! ^3^