~ Jungkook's POV ~

I woke up this morning with a big grin on my face, because all I could think about was the implausible fact that I was able to make Hana feel better yesterday.

It was truly amazing how one little smile from her could make me incessantly think about her for days.

Finding myself daydreaming about her yet again, I didn't notice that my English textbook had slumped out of my locker and onto the tile flooring.

Snapping myself back from my hopeless fantasies, I was about to bend down to obtain my book, but someone else's hand got it before I could.

Acknowledging that the person was Yerim, I sent a courteous and friendly smile at her.

"Here you go." she generously handed over my fallen textbook, returning my grin with one of hers.

"Thanks." I accepted it appreciatively, wondering where the hell she appeared out of.

"Hey uhm, I actually came here to tell you something." Yerim suddenly brought up, her behavior exhibiting a bit of apprehension and disquietude.

"What?" I asked indifferently, presuming it was probably something inconsequential and not of much importance.

She beckoned to me to come nearer, and I abidingly leaned closer and lended her my ear.

"I just overheard Hana talking to her friends about you..." she whispered to me discreetly, immediately triggering a sense of curiosity within me.

"Was she saying good things? Or bad things?" I pleaded for more information, of course thrilled that my crush was gossiping about me.

After a long, tentative pause, Yerim opened her mouth and sorrily stated, "They definitely werent good things..."

With my exhilaration and optimism instantly diminishing, I frowned slightly and continued to question, "What was she saying?"

"I-I don't want you to get hurt..." she muttered and shifted her eyes away from mine, still very much reluctant in disclosing the truth. 

"Yerim, just tell me." I sighed, already prepared emotionally to endure whatever deplorable news she had for me.

"Well, H-Hana was making fun of you with her group about how you're always struggling with your work and how you're not very..." she stopped briefly, then gave me an expression of pity and finished off her statement, "smart."

Feeling as if I had been punched directly on my chest with the most vicious force ever imaginable, I clarified with absolute denial to believe it, "R-Really?"

"I heard it exactly. And you have every right not to believe me after all I've done to you in the past, but I swear to you I am not lying." Yerim substantiated her claim, as if she genuinely cared for me. 

But... Hana was so supportive.

She knows that my education is a serious subject to me.

She even agreed to tutor me and help me improve my low grades. 

A part of me was loudly clamoring not to trust what my ex-girlfriend was saying, but majority of my conscience was totally on her side. 

I mean, Yerim did seem sincere.

"I'm sorry Jungkook, I really didn't mean to eavesdrop on your friend. I just thought you deserved to know." she articulated remorse and compassion as she placed her palm on the side of my forearm, trying to supply me with some consolation. 

Clearly upset, I dispiritedly slouched my shoulders and said feebly, "Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it."

"Of course." Yerim replied as she lowered her hand, giving me one last sympathetic smile then leaving my side.

Fiercely shoving my textbook into my locker and slamming it shut, I gloomily put my forehead on the cold, metallic surface and released a sigh of sorrow. 

But at the worst timing, I perceived rapid footsteps drawing near towards where I stood. 

"There you are!" 

From the distinctive sound of her girly tone, I instantly knew it was Hana. 

But this time, her voice brought misery to my heart instead of pure elation like it usually did. 

"I've been looking all over for you! What're you still doing at your locker?" she asked, her fraudulent concern for me only adding fuel to my internal anger. 

Lightly tugging on my uniform, Hana attempted to pull me with her as she reminded, "Come on, class is about to start-" 

Immediately cutting her off and flinging her hand away from me, I ferociously shouted at her at the top of my lungs, "I trusted you!" 

Hana winced and cowered out of trepidation, her body now iced up and her eyes widened from the sudden raise of my voice. 

"You know how serious I am about my education! You know how much I'm trying! Yet you backstab me just like that?!" I continued to pour out my distraught, betrayed feelings into my words, giving zero crap about the small audience of students that was beginning to crowd around us. 

"What the hell are you talking about?!" she fought back, regardless of her shuddering voice and limbs from witnessing a side of me I've never showed to her before. 

I couldn't help but let out a disappointed scoff at her, shaking my head at her boldness to deceive me like that. 

"And you really have the audacity to act like you're innocent." I glowered at her with furiously clenched fists, extremely let down by this atrocious con artist standing in front of me who was disguised as my best friend this entire time. 

"Forget you, Hana." 

Gritting my teeth to regain my composure, I stormed out of the classroom before I could detonate in front of someone who never deserved to see any of the true sides of me.