~ After School ~
4:30 pm

Staying behind in the classroom, I diligently worked on my assignments in this soundless, greatly alleviating atmosphere. 

While enjoying this liberating sensation of being alone, I was abruptly interrupted by a loud bang coming from the entrance door.

Furrowing my eyebrows in agitation, I took a glance at the belligerent person, only to meet eyes with a disgusted-looking Yerim. 

Though she clearly saw me, she decided to simply ignore my presence and casually walked toward her desk to retrieve her bag she left, acting as if I was completely inexistent.

I chose to disregard her as well, returning my attention back to my work.

Well I guess Yerim wasn't very fond of my choice of action, because I suddenly began to hear vigorous stomps approach me, followed by a fierce slam on top of my table.

Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I raised my head to look at this obnoxious pest, who was glaring down on me with her cold, infuriated eyes.

"Don't you have something to say to me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I bemusedly questioned, having no idea of what she was talking about.

"God, how much of an idiot can you be?" Yerim insulted, irritatedly running her fingers through her hair.

"I deserve a fucking apology from you." She stated, pointing her index finger directly in front of my face.

"Okay, first of all, it's not my fault that Jungkook broke up with you." I denied, strongly slapping her hand away from me.

"Second of all, I did absolutely nothing wrong. Jungkook was the one who lost his feelings for you, so you can't blame me on that." I protested. 

Being reminded of the evident fact that Jungkook was no longer hers, Yerim's expression broke. 

"You hurt me Seoyeon. You really did." She dejectedly stated as her voice trembled, only to cause me to scoff in disbelief. 

"And you think you didn't hurt me when you started dating Jungkook?" I grievously asked, utterly amazed by her audacity to even act like she was the damn victim here. 

"Stop being a fucking hypocrite, Yerim."  I said, sending her a furious glare. 

I guess something inside of her just completely snapped, because I noticed a fire of rage and resentment ignite inside of her eyes. 

Fiercely grabbing the scissor which was placed on top of my desk, she perilously aimed it directly at me. 

"Just get out of my life!!!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, strenuously throwing the scissors at me with all her might. 

Letting out a loud scream of extreme fright, I immediately dodged it, slightly being cut on my right cheek. 

"Oh m-my god, I-I didn't mean to-" Yerim fearfully stuttered, snapping out of her murderous mind and finally realizing what an atrocious, reckless action she has just committed. 

"Seoyeon?!" 

Hearing a familiar voice frantically shout my name from the hallway outside of the classroom, Yerim's expression became anxious as audible, haste footsteps began to approach us. 

That voice. 

It's Jungkook. 

"Sorry Yerim, but I guess the hell you've caused me is finally gonna come to an end." I confidently stated with a satisfied grin forming on my face, relieved by the fact that Jungkook was lastly going to witness her true acts of devilry. 

Though she was clearly fearful of being caught of her malicious intentions of harassing me, a rather mischievous grin creeped onto Yerim's face. 

"Oh I don't think so." 

With that, she hurriedly rushed to retrieve the scissors from the ground, deliberately incising herself on the palm of her hand.

"What're you-" 

Immediately interrupting me, she forcefully shoved the bloody scissors into my hand and forced me to hold it.

Right at that moment, the door of the classroom opened with great force, revealing a panting, restless-looking Jungkook standing there.

His expression instantly transformed into an astonished, dreadful one, witnessing me bleeding from my cheek and Yerim from her hand.

"J-Jungkook!!!" Yerim frightfully shouted in relief, rushing to his side and jumping into his arms for protection.

I cringed.

"Seoyeon's trying to kill me!" She ruthlessly lied in the fakest tone possible, pointing her trembling finger at the direction of where I stood.  

Gradually shifting his gaze down to the scissors secured in my hands, Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed. 

"N-No! I didn't do anything! Yerim's trying to blame everything on me!" I earnestly protested, quickly releasing my hold of the scissors and dropping it onto the ground.

"Jungkook... it hurts..." Yerim painfully muttered while she grievously gazed down at her bleeding hand, her eyes beginning to water as she attempted to fake cry.

Separating himself from her, Jungkook slowly approached me with timid steps, staring into my eyes in search of assurance and sincerity as if he was indecisive in trusting me. 

Keeping a slight distance in between us, he stopped in his footsteps. 

"Seoyeon, did u do that to Yerim?" He doubtingly questioned, looking at me in utter suspicion. 

"D-Do you really think I would do such a thing?! You know me Jungkook! Please, just believe me!" I sorely begged, my vision beginning to blur from the hot tears of distress forming in the corner of my eyes. 

I evidently saw his earnest desire to believe in what I was saying, but somewhere in his alluring eyes, I saw distrust. 

Once again shifting his gaze to my bloodstained hand, Jungkook timorously took a step back away from me.

"Get the hell out of here."

My heart shattered. 

He didn't believe me. 

"Jungkook! Please!" I pleaded one last time with my voice cracking a bit, my tears of affliction dripping from the tip of my chin and onto the floor. 

"I said leave." He coldly demanded, sending me a callous glare as he gradually backed up to Yerim's side. 

Despairingly choking on my words, I morosely ran past Jungkook and Yerim with the palm of my hands sorely wiping away my tears as I exited the classroom. 

I relied on him. 

I loved him. 

I trusted him. 

And it was my mistake to do so, not his. 

We all make reckless, imprudent errors, and mine was falling madly in love and forgetting to pack a damn parachute. 

Adoration is not rational. 

It's madness. 

A beautiful, wonderful moment of magnificent insanity. 

But If there isn't trust, it's pointless. 

If there isn't trust, there isn't even an 'us' anymore.