The first day I met him, I flipped. Honestly, one look at him and I became a lunatic. It's his eyes. Something in his eyes. They're brown, and framed in the blackness of his lashes, they're dazzling. Absolutely breathtaking. His hair is long, too, like he just rolled out of bed. He has it tied back with a white ribbon. I have never seen someone so beautiful. Then again, I'm not even sure that there's anyone more beautiful than him, but whatever. The point still stands.

It was raining on the first day of my senior year. I had been walking home from school when I saw him. He was standing under an umbrella, looking up at the sky. Raindrops were splattering against the fabric of his shirt. The sleeves were pushed to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms and the light pink scars that marred them. My heart fluttered. What kind of luck was this? A guy who looks like this must be an angel! He looked up as if sensing my presence and smiled, making his way over to me.

He walked slowly, giving me plenty of time to take in the sight of him. As we came closer, his smile grew wider. He stopped, right in front of me. He tilted his head, and for the first time since I'd known him, he looked directly into my eyes. His gaze held mine captive, and I felt like I was drowning. I could hear the rain hitting the umbrella above us.

Our faces were inches apart.

I opened my mouth slightly, but nothing came out. My heart thumped wildly in my chest. There wasn' t any air in my lungs. He was close enough for me to count each eyelash on his dark eyes. His gaze was hypnotic. My lips began to part. This is it. I will finally get to kiss you!

"Is something wrong?" he asked suddenly.

His voice broke through the haze in my head. Suddenly, my lungs started working again. "Huh?" I managed to gasp. "No, no." I shook my head. "Everything's fine. I should go."

"Oh," he said softly. "Okay. Well, bye."

My face flushed redder than a tomato. He'd probably think I was some weirdo. Maybe I was. Maybe he thought I was insane. Whatever. This was all a dream. I closed my eyes and willed myself to wake up. But when I reopened them, he was gone. Disappeared in thin air. I blinked rapidly several times, trying desperately to bring him back into focus, but he was gone. Like a mirage. Just a dream.

hyuna said "y/n whats up"

"Did you see him?" I said looking where he was standing

"who do you mean?" Asking Confusing

" well maybe he was a figment of my imagination," I said dryly.

"A figment? You can do that?" She looked intrigued now.

I shrugged

"He was lile an angle just standing right there...Just there, and then poof. Gone. Like a ghost. That's why I asked if you'd seen him. I've been watching people come and go ever since you went off in that direction, and I swear there was someone else there. I'm pretty sure he wasn' t real either."

My mind raced. Could I do that? Did I just imagine seeing him?

"Maybe. Do you want to meet him?" she asked eagerly.

I hesitated. "Uh, no, thanks. I don't really believe in ghosts."

"Well, neither do I," she said, shrugging.

"well see ya later yn yoongi just now texted me"

"lol you and your boyfriend...well see you later hyuna "

The moment she turned away from me, I stood woondring.

Was it possible that I'd imagined him? Had I really seen someone walk through the rain? But then again, if I could actually make people disappear, wouldn't everyone I talked to become imaginary eventually? Unless he'd just appeared because my subconscious mind created him, which I seriously doubted. Maybe I'd imagined that he was an angel or something, because I had the strangest feelings about him.

I decided to keep my options open. If I was crazy, he might not be real anyway.

After that incident, whenever I saw someone who looked like he'd been standing under an umbrella, I made sure I was within ten feet of it before asking if they'd seen an invisible man. At first, I received strange looks from people who seemed skeptical. Some wanted to laugh at me. Others wanted to ask me questions about angels. One woman even called me a liar and warned me to stay away. Eventually, people got used to me traying to talk to the thin air and no one paid much attention anymore.

Over time, I found out that everyone had different reactions to me. Some believed me immediately. Other people took longer. Most people, however, gave me suspicious looks before dismissing me. It was annoying. I always tried to avoid confrontation, but sometimes it couldn't be avoided.

One night I was walking home alone when I bumped into someone in the pouring rain. I apologized profusely, but the stranger refused to accept my apology. Instead, he pulled me into a dark alley. His grip on my arm was tight, and I winced in pain. He shoved me against the wall and pinned me there with both hands pressed to either side of my head. I struggled and kicked. He grunted, tightening his hold. His breath stank of alcohol, and his hair was greasy and sticking to his forehead. When he spoke, his words were slurred.

"Whadda you want?" His voice was harsh and angry.

"Let me go," I growled, twisting in an attempt to break free.

"If ya wanna live another minute, shut the **** up. I'm busy."

I froze. "W...what?"

"I said, shut the **** up!" He tightened his grip on my neck and slammed his face down next to mine. His breath hit my face. He reeked of booze. His eyes were bloodshot and crazed.

"Please," I said, panicking. "Please, let me go."

"Shut yer fuckin' trap!"

I bit my lip to stifle a sob. Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. He leaned in close, whispering threateningly into my ear.

"Or what? Huh? Whaddya gonna do?" I froze. Fear gripped my entire body.

"You think you're tough, huh? Think you're somethin' special, huh?" he laughed.

He pressed his face further into mine, so close that his nose brushed my cheek. "How 'bout you give me a reason to beat the shit outta you. Ya got that idea, bitch?"

I trembled. "I...I...don't know what you're talking about. Please stop. Let go."

He laughed loudly. "You ain't got nothin' to worry about, bitch. I'll show you real nice." He smirked, pressing himself harder into me.

"Please...please...stop." My knees buckled underneath me.

"Stop what?"

The sound of sirens filled the air. A few police officers surrounded us, flashing their lights. They must've heard me screaming.

"You better run, bitch. Now."

With one last shove, he pushed me backwards. As soon as I stumbled a few steps, the cops rushed forward and grabbed him by the arms, pulling him off of me. I collapsed on the pavement, gasping for air. As they dragged him away, my gaze followed him as far as I could, my eyes following the path of his limp, lifeless form disappearing between the cracks in the pavement. Then, my vision blurred. A tear fell down my cheek. I sniffled, wiping at my face.

As I lay there sobbing, a warm hand rested gently on my back. I flinched and rolled over. Police officer stood there. His expression softened slightly upon seeing me.

Hey. How are you doing?"

"Fine," I whispered.

He crouched down next to me. "Can you stand?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Without a word, he helped me up. I wiped the tears from my eyes. He offered a small smile.

"I'm Detective O'Neil. This is Officer park." He gestured to the other cop who was helping me up. He had a serious look on his face. I smiled weakly and offered them a shaky wave.

"Nice to meet you both," I muttered, still shaking slightly. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

Detective O'Neil helped me over to a bench in the street. He sat me down while park went to talk to the other officer.

"So what happened exactly?" Detective O'Neil asked kindly.

I sighed. "It was raining so hard. I didn't mean to bump into someone. I just wanted to get home. But...when I looked up, he was standing right there."

"Do you remember anything else?"

"I told you. It was dark. I thought he was that angel before." I shook my head. "No. It didn't make any sense."

Detective O'Neil chuckled softly. "Not all the details. But we have to take your story seriously. What do you usually do when you're walking home at this hour?"

I shrugged helplessly.

"And where were you going?"

"Just home." I sighed. "I guess I didn't expect anyone to be out here. I mean...it's late. People tend to sleep during the day, right? So I assumed everyone was inside, waiting to fall asleep."

He smiled reassuringly. "Well, if you have any more trouble, just call 911 and they'll sort it out. Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.

"Now if you don't mind, I need to return to the station and see about some paperwork. Would you mind getting home safely?"

"Sure. Thanks."

He patted my shoulder before turning around and leaving.

I waited until he disappeared into the building before continuing to make my way home. I kept thinking about the encounter in the alleyway. I hadn't seen anyone in the alleyway after I'd bumped into him, but that probably meant nothing. I should've taken notice of anything unusual. And yet, somehow, I'd convinced myself that I'd seen an angel. How ridiculous.

When I finally stepped inside my apartment, I almost dropped my keys, startled by how dark it was. Usually my housemates weren't too happy when I came home late and tired. Tonight, however, I felt strangely calm. There was something peaceful about returning home. I liked that feeling. After all, I wasn't going to stay here forever.

As I entered the front room, I caught sight of someone sitting on my couch.

"Hey," I mumbled quietly. "Sorry, I...wasn' expecting anyone to be here." I walked towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

There was no reply, so I turned around to find that whoever was sitting on my sofa was now gone. Only one thing was left behind-the bottle I'd bought earlier in the day. I placed it onto my counter. The bottle didn't really matter, though. All that mattered was that I had the feeling that there was someone else in my house. Someone who had been watching me from across the hall. Someone who was hiding, observing everything about me. I was beginning to feel like the odd man out again. Even if I wasn't completely sure why I felt like that, I knew that whatever was happening, it was dangerous.

The next morning I woke up early. After taking a quick shower, I threw on some clothes, grabbed my keys, and slipped out of the apartment without waking anyone up. I closed the door quietly behind me as I made my way down the stairs. I hurried outside and locked the front door. I walked along the sidewalk quickly, trying to ignore the nagging sensation in the back of my mind.

At least this time, I wouldn't be alone.

A chill ran down my spine. That voice sounded familiar. It sounded like him.

My heart thumped wildly in my chest, causing my stomach to turn uncomfortably. Was it possible that I was imagining things again? Maybe it was just the cold weather. I pulled my coat tighter around me, hoping to protect myself against the frigid wind that blew through the streets. I shivered uncontrollably.

^^^to be continued....^^^

I stared at the empty street for a moment. Everything was silent except for my heavy breathing. I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself. My heartbeat gradually returned to normal. I started to walk again, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. I walked down the long road, passing by the shops lined with colorful umbrellas. I noticed a group of students huddled together on the curb, laughing. One student suddenly stopped laughing and pointed behind her.

Turning around quickly, my eyes landed on the source of her sudden outburst. Standing behind her was another boy, holding his phone and filming a group of people stood beside her, laughing hysterically who were shoved another student, sending him sprawling onto the concrete. The boy screamed in pain as the ground began to crumble beneath him. The girl watched the scene unfold apathetically, only giggling occasionally.

"Oh my god," she laughed, raising the phone high above her head filming. "Look at his face! Isn't this funny?"

They laughed even louder. I turned away, biting my lip to hide the rage that was beginning to well up inside me. I tried to keep my voice steady, but I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

I'm so pathetic, I thought.

I clenched my fists tightly to stop my hands from shaking. I took a deep breath.

"Get out of his way," I said angrily to the girls.

They froze and slowly turned around to face me, fear evident on their faces. I stared at them sternly. They didn't dare move. Suddenly, a voice called out behind me.

"What are you doing?"

One of the girls squealed and hid behind the group of students. The other two girls shrieked in terror. I looked behind me. Another boy appeared, standing right behind me.

"What are you guys doing?" he demanded.

I hesitated for a moment, unable to speak. He stepped closer to me.

"Who are you?" he demanded sharply. "What are you doing hanging around these girls?"

I swallowed nervously. The guy standing in front of me was the umbrella guy...but why would he recognize me? I was dressed in my uniform jacket, my hair tied up in my usual ponytail, and my name tag read 'y.n' Why would he know me?

Before I could answer, the guy pushed his hand forcefully against my back. I stumbled forward a few steps backwards.

"Move!"

His tone scared me, making me flinch. I glanced at the other three girls behind him and quickly started moving. I quickly turned around and sprinted off down the road, not daring to look back.

I ran and ran and ran until I was sure I was far away enough to stop. Panting heavily, I leaned against the nearest tree and slid down to the ground. I sat there and tried desperately to control my breathing as tears pricked my eyes. Why did it have to be like this? Why?

Why do you have to see me like this?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

The words repeated over and over and over again in my mind. I sobbed loudly into my sleeve as I clutched my knees to my chest.

When i thought he was a kind person, someone who i imagined turned out to be a real person...that the guy who was standing in front of me wasn't just another shadow on a rainy street.

I wiped away the wetness on my cheeks as I stood up, sniffing back the tears still pouring from my eyes. Why? Why do i have to feel like this? why i am disappointed? is it because i liked him? someone who we didn't even share a conversation but I couldn't believe my stupidity. He was trying to help.

Maybe he wanted to see if someone like me was capable of understanding what he'd done and why.

But I can understand why he did it.

And it hurts.

So much he thought i can't stand fighting with that group of assho*ls he hought i was weak so he maybe protected me in an indirectly way, just to keep me safe. But i don't need protecting. I can handle myself just fine on my own. What's wrong with him that he wants to try to help me but can't take responsibility for his friends being when i'm doing just fine on my own. Why can't i understand why the hell would anyone want to help someone who doesn't know. I'm not weak and i don't need any help.

I shouldn't have come here today.

I shouldn't have come here at all.

I picked up my bag before walking to the school. If he's here he'll see me at school. He might explain .

I arrived fifteen minutes later and walked into class just as I always do. I took a seat in the very back row. I ignored everyone's curious glances. No one asked anything or commented on my tardiness. As soon as class ended, I grabbed my stuff and made my way outside.

"Hey, where are you going?" someone asked, causing me to freeze in place.

Slowly, I turned around and saw none other than the umbrella guy walking towards me. His expression remained emotionless. I averted my gaze, refusing to make eye contact.

"Can i join you?" he asked, glancing over at my bag.

Without saying a word, I walked past him and continued walking to the bus stop. Just as I reached the edge of the park, I heard footsteps coming from behind. I paused to wait for him, but he never appeared. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe he got lost or something.

When the bus finally came I climbed aboard and waited quietly. A few moments after I sat down, the boy stepped on, sitting next to me rather awkwardly. I sighed and shifted so that I could lean against the window. Neither of us talked during the whole ride. When we finally arrived at our stop, the boy gathered his belongings and left without saying anything. I walked the rest of the way home silently. Once I entered the house I threw myself down onto my bed without bothering to change out of my school uniform. I stayed there for the rest of the day. I felt exhausted and numb. My body ached and every muscle in my limbs felt stiff. All I wanted to do was sleep and forget about everything that happened yesterday.

I lay in my room all night, barely sleeping and tossing and turning. Finally, around midnight, I gave up. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of my bed and trudged across the hall. Opening my bedroom door, I shuffled into the living room and sat down on the couch. I gazed listlessly out the window as the sky darkened. The clouds grew darker and heavier with each rain drop passing second.

Suddenly, the curtains flew open by the wiend, revealing the silhouette of a familiar figure standing right in front of the window. A cold wind blew the curtains shut once more. The figure was too distant for me to distinguish any features on his face, but judging from the way he carried himself I knew instantly who he was. The figure moved away from the windowsill, disappearing once more into thin air.

Just then, my roommate walked in.

I was startled when I heard my roommate telling me to close the window and get changed. It took some effort to pull myself together, but I managed to do so. After changing, I laid on my bed and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to go to sleep. Unfortunately, that plan didn't work. After hours of restless sleep, I was completely awake by nine thirty, the sun now peeking through the blinds. I yawned tiredly, stretching my arms above my head as I rose from my bed and made my way to the kitchen. As I opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk, I heard my phone buzz in my pocket. Confused, I put the milk back into the refrigerator and dug my phone out of my back pocket. I unlocked it and found a message from one of my roommates.

[9:23AM] Nini: Hey, you're still not answering your phone!! We were wondering if you're okay

[9:25AM] Nini: Did something happen last night? You never answered me yesterday, and I was starting to worry.

[9:27AM] Nini: You better not be skipping class!

She probably thought the same thing that all the teachers thought. That it must have been about that drunk guy at that night if something had happened she would take it to the heart for not begin there for me...and I don't need a lecture on how irresponsible I am for getting in such a state. I should really have expected her concern, considering what we were talking about the previous day. She is worried about me, and i don't need her worrying any more than she already has.

[9:29AM] Y/N: Sorry.

My finger hovered over the send button before hitting it. I set down my phone on the counter next to the carton of milk before making my way to the bathroom and quickly showered and dressed before running down stairs. I checked the clock to find that it was ten minutes after o'clock, meaning classes began in just under thirty minutes. I headed out of the dorm building, ready to catch the bus.

When I reached the school, all the students rushed into their classes, leaving only the teacher and staff members lingering outside. Some of them were staring at me, giving me concerned looks while others tried to ignore me. I looked at the ground, feeling shame and guilt consume me as i walked through the hallways. I kept my head low and refused to meet anyone's eyes. After awhile I finally reached English and plopped down into a desk near the back of the classroom. I placed my head down on my desk and tried to will myself to fall asleep. However, no matter how hard i tried, sleep would not come. I could only lie there and stare at the blackboard, watching the letters turn slowly into shapes as the seconds ticked on.

It was nearing 11 o'clock when the bell rang signalling the end of classes and I jumped up from my desk. As I exited my classroom, people began to crowd the hallway, waiting for their turns to leave. As i passed by, a couple girls bumped shoulders with me, causing them to spill their books everywhere.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," one girl scoffed angrily as she pushed herself off from the wall.

The words stung but I kept walking. I could hear her sneering again, "That fucking piece of shit."

I clenched my fists in anger. I shouldn't have let them get to me. Not today of all days.

When i approached my locker, i noticed a boy leaning against it. When he heard my footsteps he turned around to face me.

He frowned and raised his eyebrows. "You look pretty pissed" he said while looking me up and down, smirking at me. 

^^^to be continued....^^^

As i passed by, a couple girls bumped shoulders with me, causing them to spill their books everywhere.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," one girl scoffed angrily as she pushed herself off from the wall.

The words stung but I kept walking. I could hear her sneering again, "That fucking piece of shit."

I clenched my fists in anger. I shouldn't have let them get to me. Not today of all days.

When i approached my locker, i noticed a boy leaning against it. When he heard my footsteps he turned around to face me.

He frowned and raised his eyebrows. "You look pretty pissed" he said while looking me up and down, smirking at me. I looked away and opened my locker. chuckling lightly. I ignored him and stuffed my things into my locker as he stood watching me with amusement. When i finished I slammed my locker door shut and faced him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What?" i snapped.

"Nothing. It's just nice to see you this pissed. Never seen you this angry," he said, shrugging slightly.

"I am not angry..." I began to say before he cut me off.

"Oh yeah? Well that looks like rage. Your eyes are red and your knuckles look white. like you dont even got blood . I bet you haven't even touched food since you've been home. " he exclaimed.

"Who the **** are you?" i retorted and he rolled his eyes, clearly irritated.

"My name is jeon jungkook . And i'm the person who's supposed to be helping you. You think it's easy being the weak girl here? I would say no

y/n: I don't need your help mr.jeon ! Now piss off!" I spat.

His eyebrow twitched, obviously annoyed at my rude reply. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, another voice interrupted him,

"Jungkook, let's go, i'll drive you home. Let's just get this over with that brat hoseok." The other boy spoke, grabbing Jungkooks arm and dragging him away towards a nearby car.

I watched as they climbed inside. Jungkook glared at me one last time before the doors clicked shut and drove away. 

Feeling somewhat satisfied, I made my way across the school courtyard towards the entrance. Once the main doors shut behind me i breathed a deep breath of relief. I was glad to know they'd finally gone and that I wouldn't have to deal with the awkward stares and whispers anymore. At least for the moment.

As i walked through the halls i saw several students whispering amongst themselves. I ignored them, deciding it was none of their business anyway and continued walking.

When i reached the library, there was hyuna at one of the tables in the corner surrounded by a pile of romance novels.

we go to the same class but since english not her interest she skips...

"Y/N!!" she greeted happily, jumping up from her seat and rushing forward to hug me. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and squeezed the life out of me.

"Ouch! Hey...hey slow down," I complained as I she pried her loose. I stepped away from her as she pouted and looked at me in a hurtful manner. I couldn't tell whether she was joking or not, but she looked sincere and her expression seemed genuine.

She smiled widely at me and pointed her index finger at me, "Are you alright? Did anyone give you trouble? I can kill whoever dared lay a hand on you. I'll kick their *** and then beat them up afterwards!" she threatened playfully.

Chuckling awkwardly, i scratched my nape, "...nah, don't worry about it. I'M fine, promise!"

After calming down and letting out a sigh of relief, she asked me, "What happened yesterday? Were you attacked?"

I shook my head, "No, i'm perfectly fine!"

The smile immediately left her face and an intense look replaced it, "Then who attacked you?"

"Well, i-"

She grabbed both sides of my face with her hands, "Who?!" she almost yelled at me with furrowed brows.

"Okay...okay calm down." I laughed nervously as I gently removed her hands from my face. "It's nothing serious. It was nothing."

Once she saw my relaxed features, her frown immediately disappeared and was replaced by a kind smile, "So? Who was it?" she persisted.

"Uhm..it's a long story..."

Her frown returned and she shook her head, "Not funny Y/N, tell me NOW!" she ordered me sternly.

I sighed deeply and ran my fingers through my hair, "Alright, fine..."

I told her everything that happened last night. Every word spoken, every step I took, every action I did. When i was done, she remained silent and thoughtful. She didn't speak and i didn' t dare question her.

"...I don't understand why you would do such a stupid thing..that guy isn't worth getting so worked up over," she mumbled softly. I raised a questioning eyebrow as i tilted my head to look at her. She bit her lip and avoided eye contact, "Did he threaten you somehow?"

I looked down and fiddled with my fingers. I didn't want to talk about it but she would only ask more questions. If i lied about it, I'm sure it would be even worse, so she needs to know the truth no matter how much it hurts...

"Yes...but i didn't listen to his words..." i admitted softly as she stared at me, surprised.

"Y/N..." she called softly. She placed her index finger underneath my chin and lifted my head so that i was forced to meet her gaze. Her grey eyes pierced into mine and i felt a shiver run down my spine at the intensity in her gaze. "Don't ever do something like that again," she warned. She pulled her hand away and placed it into her lap. "Now what do you want to do today?"

"Uh, actually I wanted to try talking to read some books for our next class u know history...." i replied quietly.

She nodded. "Okay, well after the class lets go to the cafeteria then."

* * *

After we finished our classes for the day , we went straight to the cafeteria. We sat on one of the tables together, chatting away about anything and everything. I never had many friends, so spending time with hyuna is such a joy....

I also wanted to gain respect like her. I wanted others to think I'm someone worth knowing so that they won't treat me different. But i don' t know if i will succeed...

I looked down at my lunch tray and noticed that my food was still sitting untouched. I guess today wasn't the best day for eating. My appetite had completely vanished already and it was now starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Sighing loudly I placed my fork back down into its plate.

"Hey, you okay? You look sad," my friend said, noticing my lack of appetite.

I shrugged in response, "Just tired I guess. I didn't sleep too great last night," I explained. She nodded sympathetically.

"I hope that helps. Do you want to hang out later today? I have a lot of new roomance novels that I really want to show you," she suggested. I grinned and shook my head.

"No, you should spend time with yoongi... And i know you guys were gonna have a date tomorrow, so i think you deserve it," I responded. She smiled shyly and blushed slightly.

"Aww...thanks. I love you and I wish i could hang out more often. Just so you know. I mean, if you want to, i totally dont mind so yoongi too," she chuckled.

"I want to but i cant take you away from him... or maybe i will you' ve already been spending plenty of time with him," I teased her playfully. She lightly shoved my shoulder and stuck her tongue out. Laughing loudly I nudged her back and we both laughed hysterically until the sound of footsteps approaching caused us both to stop dead in our tracks.

"Y/n! Heyyyy! Over here!" Suddenly a loud voice echoed throughout the cafeteria.

I turned around when i heard my name...it was again him, jeon jungkook...or whatever his name is. I was pretty shocked to see that the girls didn't knew he would showed up at the school cafeteria i guess seeing other are shocked too means they didn't know.... i remember that he has lots of people watching over him 24/7. He stopped right in front of me with a wide grin on his face.

The girls following him gave me an evil awkward smile and hurried off.

Jungkook put his hands on my shoulders and leaned closer. His breath hit my cheeks and sent chills down my spine. I flinched slightly, but tried my best to keep myself composed. "Hello, princess. I've missed you."

My heart began racing at the nickname and the fact that he was standing so close to me. "Missed me?" i questioned, raising my eyebrow questioningly. His grin widened as he nodded excitedly.

"Of course! I haven't seen you for 2 hours !" He replied enthusiastically.

"yeah 2 hours ago...i was happy not bumping into someone being a **** to me"

He grunted with obvious anger at my answer, apparently not pleased with it, but quickly reverted back to his usual smile. He leaned in close again and spoke very softly next to my ear, "well, if you want me to be nice to you again...you'll give me 5 minutes alone with you." The smirk on his face made my skin crawl.

"What if i refuse?" I whispered in reply and leaned back, trying my hardest to push him away.

He let his smile slowly disappear. He frowned and glared at me, his cold eyes staring right into mine. It scared me so badly that i started trembling. What i don't understand though is why he looks so threatening. He doesn't scare me, not anymore...

"Fine! Have it your way," he grumbled angrily and turned around before stomping off to find another target. The tension in the air between us was thick and suffocating. I couldn't help but stare at the spot where he stood just moments earlier and tried to control my heartbeat.

When i finally managed to calm down, i reached up to touch my chest. It was beating so fast that i thought i was going to die from heart attack.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" my friend beside me said worriedly. I blinked twice and looked at her, nodding weakly in response.

"Oh, wow.this Is not your first time getting attacked by anyone? I can't believe that he was so rude to you. I bet he feels terrible now that he knows you're not afraid of him anymore," she continued but I didn't say anything and instead stared blankly at my empty tray.

I didn't understand him. How could anyone be so cruel to someone as kind as me? I'm a good person. Why does he hate me?

"Y/N, did you hear me?" she asked softly. I tore my eyes away from my empty tray and gazed upon her worried expression.

"Um yeah...sorry," i apologized quietly. She placed her hand atop of mine and squeezed tightly.

"You shouldn't apologize. People aren't always nice...that's just the nature of life. And even if he was a jerk before, there's no need to be so hard on yourself, it isn't fair," she stated sadly.

I pursed my lips and sighed. "I wish it was that easy..."

"It not that easy! You've been through alot, Y/N, and you have nothing to feel bad about. You've gotten through some tough things, you know? There will be others and they're not gonna be as lucky as you in the end," she assured me, rubbing my arm softly.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and eventually, I ended up going back home.

sat on the couch and stared blankly down at my hands as i remembered his warm touch, the sweet scent of his perfume .

But this doesn't change the fact that the fact that i saw him makes me feel like shit inside. I don't know why I am feeling this way...it' s just because i have a crush on him, right?

It's not like I'm in love or anything, so there's no reason for me to be feeling like this. He's just some guy. I barely even know him, and yet i cant stop thinking about him all the time...like...all the freaking time. And every time i think of him, i feel butterflies in my stomach. Like...really intense butterflies, like, i can physically feel them rising to my throat and making it hard for me to breathe. I swear i can feel them almost exploding and spilling from my mouth.

They're really painful to feel and it's like i'm having a heart attack....but i also feel so damn happy...why am i feeling these weird emotions towards him? Does he really matter that much to me?

I don't understand what all of this is about...

I suddenly gasped aloud as i realized what i was thinking about. It doesn't mean anything. It's just my mind playing tricks on me, making me feel weird and uncomfortable and confused. Thats all.

Sighing heavily I stood up from the couch and walked around my room. As i sat in bed, thoughts about Jungkook constantly ran through my mind. And no matter how many times i try to distract myself from those thoughts, they only become stronger and more confusing.

Suddenly I felt something brush past my legs and heard a light 'oof'. Looking down I was greeted by my tiny white puppy -perry- with big brown eyes that stared up at me with curiosity. It's fur reminded me of the ones in the TV shows that i watched as a kid, and the way that it looks at me, it seems like it understands how I feel.

After petting him for a while, i decided that i should probably get ready for bed. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and washed my face. After doing my nightly routine, i brushed my teeth, then grabbed my pajamas and headed downstairs. I threw my dirty clothes in the laundry basket and grabbed a glass of water before heading to my room. I set my drink down on my desk and laid down, staring at the ceiling. All i could do is wonder what Jungkook meant when he said '5 minutes.' Is he expecting me to give up after 5 minutes? Or did he actually have plans for us? But why would he? We barely know eachother and he' re just a random guy who happens to go to the same high school and we've known eachother for a little while. Maybe he wants me for sex, but i doubt it. He probably wants something else from me. A better chance? Yeah, that might explain why he was so angry earlier.

Well probably tired of hearing me talk anyways...what else can he expect from a girl who thinks she isnt worth any attention?

I shook away the image of him being angry, not sure if i could handle another memory like this one. 

Closing my eyes i fell asleep....

^^^to be continued....^^^