It has been a week since my first day of school, and the incident at Jungkook's house. Since then, we haven't talked at all, not even sharing quick glances. It was almost as if that first day never happened; that I never bumped into him, that we didn't have that whole scene in the lunchroom and classroom, that he didn't carry me to his house after I had fallen asleep, and that he didn't sleep-hickey me. It was almost as if I didn't exist at all to him. But what was I supposed to feel after something like that had happened? Hurt? Disappointed? Should I feel like someone who just got told: "I told you so?" My first impressions of him were right, he cannot keep the same mood for more than two minutes. That and he  could be, or couldn't be a playboy. But here's the problem with that, he has not been around any other girls besides me, so that argument is invalid.

I dropped my head down onto the lunch table, promptly scaring Yuna and MinMin. It was lunchtime now, and I was supposed to be eating. However, I had lost my appetite over the past week. This entire thing was just bothering me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I tried to sleep these past few nights, it wouldn't work, my sleeping pills were ineffective. How could such demeaning thoughts overpower my sleeping medications? I've lost all respect for Jungkook if I even had any, and I've lost respect for myself. I've spent years building up those walls, only for them to be broken down by a single hickey. I let myself be vulnerable that night, it's both our faults, but more so his. He shouldn't have brought me to his house if he knew something like that was going to happen.

During the second day of school, both of my Unnie's saw the hickey on the side of my neck and began throwing questions at Mr from left and right. Minhyuk and Jaehee weren't too far behind, patronizing me for letting this happen in a single night. Never in my life have I felt so embarrassed about a red spot on my skin. Given it was my very first hickey, but I couldn't believe that I lost it to him of all people! Next, I suppose he'll be my first kiss! Yeah right, like that would ever happen.

I banged my head on the table again, this time a different voice chimed in. Just judging by the raspiness and deepness of the tone, it was Yoongi.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, a tiny hint of mockery lacing his voice.
I had gotten used to his tone of speaking. It wasn't unbearable, and it doesn't hurt me as much as it used to. He was just being playful I guess, the others take it as a joke.
"Nothing," I sighed, banging my head on the table again.
"Aish... Stop that," he scolded me, sitting me up after grabbing my shoulders. "Look, your forehead is red."
His cool fingers grazed past the burning area on my frontal bone, reminding me of the consequences of constant headbanging. I rested my head on my hand, looking at him with unamused eyes.
"Come on sweet cheeks," Yuna whined, placing her palm on top of my other hand. "Is this about last week?"
"Wait, what happened last week?" Yoongi questioned, looking at me with wide eyes.

I groaned, dropping my head onto the table. I really didn't want to talk about it anymore, it just makes me feel worse. Everyone has noticed my off behaviour, as well as Jungkook's. We weren't bickering at the lunch table as we used to, just sitting beside each other, oblivious to each other's actions. My friends were beyond confused when we didn't even acknowledge each other during lunch, or even bat an eye towards each other during biology or gym class.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," I said, letting my chin rest on the table.
"At least eat something," Yoongi nudged me, nodding towards the open Bento boxes.
"Ugh... Fine," I whined, grabbing a clean pair of bamboo chopsticks.

After getting some food into my stomach, I was still a sour little kid. I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me; a single hickey has me feeling like my entire world shattered into a million pieces. How could I let that happen to me?
"What's wrong with Chau?" I heard Taehyung ask, where I felt his hand on my back.
His warm palm threaded through my hair, gently stroking my head.
"I think something is going on between her and Kook," MinMin jumped in.
"It's complicated..." I mumbled.
"Complicated?" Yoongi asked, a hint of anger lacing his tone.
I felt his cold knuckles against the side of my neck, right where Jungkook gave me a hickey. Everyone, even myself, didn't expect me to yelp back, almost falling off the chair if it weren't for Jin. All of them looked at me like I was crazy, acting like I was shot.
"Is that where that hickey came from?!" Yoongi growled.
His sudden change of tone frightened me, causing me to recoil away from him further back into Jin. We all looked at him with widened eyes, I myself, and the others were terrified by his change of demeanour. He almost had flames surrounding his body, his black hair covered his eyes, but we could still see the burning anger behind them.
"I swear I am going to-" he tried to get out but I stopped him, shoving a handful of rice into his mouth.
"Stop Yoongi," I shook my head. "I don't know what happened, he doesn't know what happened. Can we just leave it alone? I'll get over it, I'm sure he will too."

Yoongi looked at me with a frozen face, bits of rice falling from his open mouth. Now that I look around, everyone was shocked. I was confused as to why they were all looking at me like that; had they not shut him up by stuffing his face with rice before? Well, I mean it was pretty easy to do, he was just raging away, leaving himself open. I watched him chew the rice slowly before swallowing it. He looked embarrassed and perplexed before surrendering his motives of anger. Yoongi sighed a heated breath, taking his eyes off of me, and staring down at the open Bento boxes.
"Alright... I'm sorry Chau," he confessed.
"It's okay, just don't let it happen again," I replied, squeezing his shoulder.

With things calming down, we all sat down and continued with lunch. Everyone was here, except Jungkook, which of whom I failed to notice his absence. He was apparently late to school and was given detention. It didn't matter to me however, I needed a moment to breathe and be away from him to gather my thoughts.
"Alright! Now that we're all sat down, we need to discuss the bonfire!" Hoseok exclaimed, clapping his hands together like a seal.
"Bonfire? What bonfire?" I questioned the red-headed man.
"It's one of three annual parties organized by the student council. It's still half a month into the school year, but it allows students to reconnect with each other after break," Namjoon explained. "It's always held at Sandy Shores Beach, that hasn't changed in decades. We do give out invitations, so only those who have one can enter."
Namjoon then dug around in his bag, looking for what I assumed to be the invitations. However, he searched through the main pocket and found nothing. I raised an eyebrow, watching him search a different pocket, not finding the invitations. An unconscious sigh passed my lips, Namjoon was always losing stuff, it doesn't surprise me as much anymore, but it does bother me quite a bit. Just as I was about to sigh, he reached for the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out bent sheets of manila tag paper. Every single one of us face palmed, witnessing the "god of destruction" finishing his work. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before handing us our invitations.

The bonfire was two nights from now, at seven o'clock pm. It was a Friday night, so it was likely that Minhyuk and Jaehee would let me go out. Of course, they would constantly nag me to stay safe and close to my Unnies. I intended to do that, there was no way I wanted to get pushed around in the crowd and get drunk without knowing it. They knew how these things worked, I was going to stick to them like moths to a flame.
"Can you come, Chau?" Jimin asked while wiping the corner of MinMin's mouth with a napkin.
I was perplexed watching those two's behaviour towards each other. They were close, really close. I had heard from Yuna that they were friends when they were younger but grew apart when MinMin moved to Seoul from Busan. They met again in the senior year of middle school but didn't establish that connection again. They both changed, is what Yuna told me. Neither of them recognized each other at first, but when it came to sophomore year of high school, they shared a couple classes and did become friends again. But until now, they remained just that, friends, but not with a strong connection. However, seeing them now, I saw that childhood connection intertwining once again.

"I'll need to ask," I commented.
"Ask?" he questioned again.
"She's only sixteen Jimin," Jin interjected. "Who knows what could happen there."
"YOU'RE SIXTEEN?!" he exclaimed.
"I thought that was a known fact," I facepalmed.

Everyone stared at Jimin with a poker face.