so,

i'm suspended.

my parents yelled at me even more than last night,

and i'm grounded.

too bad jungkook wanted to hang out.

i locked my door,

opened my window and climbed down off the tree.

it was quite simple.

jungkook's house wasn't that far anyway.

"so, what?" i asked looking at my phone.

jungkook sighed at me.

he was standing at the front door,

while i was outside.

usually,

we would've been up in his room by now.

"we need to talk."

"great." i rolled my eyes.

he gave me a serious look.

"just because he hurt you doesn't mean you can beat up yoongi."

i laughed at the conversation.

"are you fucking kidding me? i didn't do shit to him. i only said i did so i wouldn't have to go to my psychologist again."

"he hasn't been to school since you were suspended."

"good for him. if i would have beat him up, i also would have done it to you. don't know if you forgot, but you're so the reason he left me."

jungkook bit his lip.

"okay, you know what? i think you should go now." he shut the door,

leaving me alone.