You were in the buffet area, going through the choices for breakfast when Jungkook shows up.

He stops by the adults table first before rushing next to you.

"Hi Y/n."

The softness of his tone surprised you but you answer nonetheless. "Hi."

Even when you move to where the fruits are, he follows you there. There aren't a lot of people in the buffet section so there's really no need for him to stick so close to you.

His arm lightly brushes against yours. "I couldn't find you last night after the show. You left early didn't you?"

"Yeah. I got tired."

As you circle the table, he also follows suit.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Their performance? I did."

You're about to leave for a different section when he suddenly swoops in front of you, blocking your path. "What about mine?"

"It was okay. Didn't know you could sing though."

"Y/n." He calls your name softly. "I don't think I can do it."

"Sing? But you did it last night."

"Not that. I can't pretend as if I don't know you."

"Why? You've done it before though. It can't be that hard." You point out with an arched brow.

"I know what I did to you was childish and stupid. I don't deserve your forgiveness. But at least let me try to make it up to you. Let me prove to you that I regret what I did and won't let anything like that happen again. I just want things between us to be the same as it was before. I want us to be okay. I want you back."

Isn't he being a tiny bit dramatic right now?

"And I thought I'd just be getting breakfast. No one told me I'd be getting a whole ass performance."

Confusion crosses his face but it doesn't last for long.

"You do you. It's not like you to listen anyway." You pop a grape in your mouth, returning you the table.

Hours had gone by and while everyone's resting in their own rooms, you decided to stop by the gift shop.

As you examine the items on display, you fail to notice the presence beside you. Your eyes catch sight of a keychain with the word Jeju Island on it.

Aimen has a hobby of collecting keychains so she probably won't mind adding one more to her collection.

Hands reach out to touch the side of your arm in an abrupt motion. At the same time, they make a rough grunt as if to scare you.

It worked.

Flinching, you let go of the keychains and they fall to the ground.

Jungkook captures his bottom lip to suppress a smile. "I think you dropped this."

He's dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt, the first three buttons left undone to reveal his collarbone. And that smell radiating off him. That's a new cologne on him.

"Thanks." You retrieve the keychains, gaze trailing to his hair. "You dyed your hair red."

"Yeah. You like?"

"You look like an idiot."

The cocky look he had on falls. "Oh come on. You can't be serious. This was expensive."

"Expensive or not, it looks ridiculous. Are you trying to cosplay a cherry?"

You decide to check the shirts they had on display. "Can I get this in a medium size?"

You ask a staff.

"Harsh. You didn't even give it a good look."

Just to get this over with, you turn to him and do just that.

The deep, vivid hue stands out against his skin. It accentuates his facial features, drawing attention to the face.

The rich color adds a sense of depth and intensity to the hair, making it appear full and voluminous.

It's almost impossible to keep staring. So maybe the color suits him. But you wont tell him that.

"There. Already did. Happy?"

The staff returns with the size and you make your way to the counter to pay.

"Should I go dye it back?" He murmurs to himself.

"Do that and you'll end up with no hair to dye."

Even by the counter, he still doesn't leave you alone. You're about to pay for the items when he pulls out his card.

"Allow me."

Despite your protest, he manages to convince the lady behind the counter to use his card. In the end, he paid for your stuffs.

You didn't want to make a scene back there. So by the time you both enter an elevator, you pull out your wallet and force the exact amount of cash into his hand.

He stares at it confusingly but you can tell a part of him isn't fond of what's happening. The visible grit of his teeth says it all.

"I didn't ask you to pay for it. So there's no reason for you to get mad."

"I'm not mad." He denies, but you can tell he's lying. "God, why is it so hard to not get mad at you."

He lets the cash fall to the ground and runs a hand through his hair. "Why won't you just let it go? Yeah, I get what I did to you was stupid but I already said I was sorry."

You raise an eyebrow. Why is he throwing his frustration at you? "I've already forgiven you. Way back before you even knew the truth. But that doesn't mean we can be all chummy chummy again. It doesn't work that way."

The moment you said that, it became apparent that you've ticked off the last string of patience he had. But he had to hear it. Maybe he'd understand you if you dumb it down for him.

"You can try all you want. Just don't expect me to easily open to you."

The elevator opens. And even though it isn't his floor, he steps out. Why were you holding your breath the entire time?

Now that you're by yourself, you grip the pole tightly for support. Seeing him like that, it was like being next to a bomb ready to go out.

You admit. Instances like that make him too scary to be with.

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After the decent break, it was time to face the music.

The music of Hazel's cries.

You knew this would happen but isn't this too fast?

"I-i hate him!" Hazel cries within Aimen's embrace. You run your fingers through the girl's hair, in a weak attempt to calm her.

"I s-should've listen to you. Y-you warned me. But I didn't l-listen."

It's as if someone had taken your heart and started squeezing it.

"We told you so." Aimen utters in a tender loving tone, only to receive a smack from you on the head. She darts you a look of confusion, mouthing the word what?

"Where are you going?"

"To give that jerk a piece of my mind."

You found him standing by the locker.

"Hi Y/n." Jimin says but the greeting barely reaches your ear.

You grab Jungkook by the collar, dragging him to the first empty classroom you see and shove him inside.

"Someone's in a bad mood." He mumbles under his breath, taking a sit on a desk.

"A text? Really?"

Catching on to what you're referring to, he rolls his eyes and fixes his crumpled collar. "What about it."

The way it rolls off his tongue so casually indicates this isn't the first time. And you know that.

If it was somebody else, you wouldn't even bat an eye.

But this is different.

"You could've, I don't know, maybe let her down slowly. Not through a dumb text."

"What difference would that make? She'd still end up crying."

"You're unbelievable. You know that?"

He just stares.

"Do me a favor and never show your face in front of her again. We only have a few weeks before graduation. Im sure you can do something as simple as that."

"You look pretty when you're mad."

"You always make me mad." You state the obvious through gritted teeth.

"There's a difference between being mad and annoyed."

"You're sick."

He nods his head, acknowledging it with a sigh. "I am."