|| Cheese Kimbap's Conversation ||

Sana: Which one of you ate my food that was in the fridge.

Jihyo: What are you talking about?

Sana: Was it you? You answered first. It was the container with my name CLEARLY labelled on it.

Chaeyoung: I'm not even at the dorm.

Mina: I didn't eat it. That's for sure.

Momo: I didn't either.

Tzuyu: You sure about that unnie? Because I believe I saw you eating earlier. Out of a specific container.

Momo: Of all the rare times you have contributed to this group chat, you chose this time to say something?

Sana: Aha! I knew it. Momo you are so dead.

Momo: But I was so hungry and I didn't eat breakfast.

Sana: You had lunch and if you were hungry, why didn't you eat something else? There was plenty of food around it!

Momo: I have cravings you know. Plus I didn't feel like putting the effort to make anything.

Dahyun: This whole conversation is besides the point. Y/n, I saw you rushing around 'Dimples' today when I stopped by to get a drink. Are you alright?

-I look at the screen in surprise as I see the girls send several messages of concern.-

Y/n: I- no. Something horrible happened.

Jeongyeon: What was it? Who do we need to beat up.

Nayeon: I have a baseball bat ready in case.

Y/n: Please believe me when I explain what happened.

Chaeyoung: Of course we will.

-I proceeded to explain the entire situation, adding on the event from last night. I just had to vent out everything that had happened. They all sent back replies of outrage and death notes targeting Jisoo. They didn't really know her themselves, but they said that I have their full support. I felt a bit better with their messages, but they didn't know what to do about handling the boys' reaction. It was clear that there was a misunderstanding, but I don't know when or how to fix this.-

Jeongyeon: Man if you had a recording of that whole meeting, that would be enough to bring justice.

Y/n: I wish. I don't think there was a camera either. I can't believe how stumped I am.

The best we could plan was that I try my best to talk to Yoongi tomorrow and explain myself. Then I could explain my case to the rest of the guys.

They helped me handle the best we could and I couldn't help myself from crying and thanking them copiously over text. As for the situation with Jisoo, her threat got them all riled up and ready to throw hands, but I said that we shouldn't act brash and perhaps I could talk the boys into getting the video down. Somehow?

At the thought of technology, I slapped my face once I realized something.

I never turned off the recording of the lecture. 

Jumping up, I swipe over to the audio recorder...

And there it was still recording. It was a couple of hours long by now, but it should have all the audio.

I listened through it, and sure enough the conversation was there. Thank the lord. This is a miracle.

I quickly texted the group chat and we formulated a quick plan.

That night, I fell asleep with a hopeful heart but a doubtful feeling.

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The next morning, I still held an unsettling feeling as I got ready. How would the boys react. Should I explain myself now? Would they treat me different.

All my doubts compiled as I raced to campus. I was almost late as I spent several moments pondering how the day would play out.

Entering the classroom, I take a seat next to Chaeyoung. Both girls greeted me with worried expressions and reassuring words.

However, the moment Taehyung walked in, he didn't spare me a glance. He sat in the same seat he sat in during the first day of class. That proved all my worries about Yoongi. They all believe the same lie.

I was about to stand up and talk to him, but the professor entered the room and began the class. The whole time, I couldn't focus and felt my thoughts fill up with worry.

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Jungkook treated me the exact same way. Except when he entered the room, we made eye contact and his eyes held a look of anger.

It hurt. A lot.

He sat somewhere else and I felt my hope depleting.

When class was dismissed, Jungkook walked over with a set glare. I gulped in fear as I shakily stood up from my seat.

When he was an arms length away, he spoke. "Don't even bother sitting with us at lunch today. Or ever. I can't believe you y/n. I just can't."

"H-hold on. Whatever Yoongi told you was wrong. I swear. Just let me-"

"No. Hyung wouldn't lie to us. It just hurts to think that you had an ulterior motive and used us y/n. No wonder I don't like women."

That stung a lot.

He abruptly turned and left. I couldn't call out to him. I lost my voice.

I was the last to leave. The professor gave me a confused glance when I was still standing there after the last person left, but I quickly bowed and apologized before exiting the class.

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I'm scared for the next step of the plan. The girls said I should write a letter to Yoongi, convincing him to somehow meet me today at the same area. To explain myself and show him the recording.

But I need to give it to him and that wasn't going to be easy. The campus will learn about our fight quickly because any major gossip can spread like wildfire. The boys never spoke of any rumors between themselves, but I got my daily gossip from Twice alone.

I took out the note from my backpack. I just jotted it down yesterday. It stated a time, place, and demand for his presence.

I nervously walked down the hall towards the refectory with a loud beating heart. I've only ever really felt this much anxiety before tests or big news. I hate this feeling.

Seeing the first views inside the huge dining area, I step in further and my eyes instantly zero in on the boys. On the same table as always.

But someone's backpack was placed on the empty seat. They've always left it empty and opened for me ever since I started sitting with them. It may be a small action to everyone else, but it hurt way more than it should for me. I gulped when I noticed Jin have a double-take over my appearance. His normally welcoming smile didn't show up. Instead he grimaced.

Shoving my fears down, I just wanted to get this over with. The more I stand here and quiver, the more I look like a coward. He most likely won't show up, but he definitely won't show up if I don't give him the note.

Steeling my nerves, I stride towards the table with the note basically crushed in my hand and my head spinning with false confidence.

Reaching it, the guys have all noticed my presence and then, all at once, turned away disinterested.

Oh I definitely heard the whispers of shock and mockery behind me, but I can't turn back now. I take the last few steps to the table and stand between Yoongi and the backpack's seat.

Yes, it is the backpack's seat now. They made it clear.

"I know you guys don't want to see or talk to me, but I really feel like you're being unfair by not letting me explain. Yoongi, you didn't even let me say a word of defense. By talking to you, I already ruined my whole reputation because Jisoo threatened me... and you. But I needed to talk to you. It's your decision on whether you will hear me out and realize that I've never had any deeper intentions... or don't and let yourself suffer because you're too damn stubborn to realize the truth. Just please, give me a chance. If you don't, that tells me exactly the kind of person you are."

I chuck the note onto the table and it lands next to Yoongi's tray of food. I don't want to see if he discards it away or reads it. I know Jisoo saw the whole interaction. 

Right now, I just need to breathe. I feel unbelievable tension as many students watch my walk of shame towards the exit.

I don't glance back at the guys. I don't want to see their expressions right now.

Exiting the room and feeling the warm air outside honestly felt like a breath of relief. I do briskly speed up my pace away from the visibility of the canteen windows. I still felt a build up of my inner turmoil, but I didn't have so many eyes watching my every move. When I think I'm far enough, I slow down and stroll along a random path that I had set. I let out a small smile at the beautiful scenery the campus had. It helped soothe my thoughts as I admired the flowers around the area.

Moments later though, I hear several footsteps catching up to my location. Slightly panicked, I look around for an area to hide. My best shot was behind a bench set on the side.

I jog over to the bench and duck behind it as the footsteps were closing in. 

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"Y/n! We saw you in this direction! Where are you?" I heard the familiar voice of Jihyo.

Popping up from my hiding place, Nayeon saw me first.

"Oh, I found her!" Nayeon pointed out as she rushed over to help me climb over the bench.

"We saw you leave. You okay?" Jihyo asked worriedly.

"Uh, yeah. I'm good." I rubbed my arm as the girls crowded around me.

"Did you deliver the note successfully?" Sana asked.

"You make it sound like a mission." Chaeyoung piped up.

"Well, it kind of was."

"Yeah, I placed it on the table. I don't know if he even considered reading it though."

They went silent after that as I sighed.

"It's his loss if he doesn't arrive. Let's go somewhere else for lunch. We'll come back before the next class starts." Dahyun suggested. Everyone agreed and they dragged me with them.

I could tell they were doing their best to cheer me up and take my mind off the situation. I was really grateful for them.

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Throughout the lunch, I let out a few chuckles here and there. I couldn't hide my anxiety for Yoongi's response, but the girls kept cracking jokes and doing their best to lighten my mood.

Once we all returned to campus, I was reminded that I have to attend two more classes and sighed. Bidding our goodbyes, we each separated to our own classes as I casually strolled towards English. It's odd without Namjoon by my side, but I would've been fine if not for the blatant stares people threw at me. Visibly, I tried to not let it show that they were affecting me, but inside I was cringing because I didn't like the attention, at all.

Finally arriving to the classroom, once I opened the door, the first person I noticed was Namjoon. He was powering on his laptop in our usual spot.

Should I sit by him? I don't want to be embarrassed by him moving away or telling me not to sit by him in front of everyone.

Letting out a sigh because more people entered the classroom and took a side glance at me standing there for too long, I slowly walked over to my usual spot.

I hesitated behind Namjoon. Should I ask first or something? Should I let my presence be known before taking a seat. Should I move? Why am I overthinking this.

"You can take a seat you know." Namjoon's voice startled me. He didn't even turn his head, so how did he know I was there?

"I could see you in the reflection of my computer screen."

"Oh. I see. T-Thank you." I commented as I tentatively placed my bag on the table and sat down.

"There's no need to thank me. It's just a seat." He spoke with a curt tone and never turned to me once as he started something on the laptop. Nodding to myself, I took out my laptop and booted it up. The clinical atmosphere between us disheartened my hope.

We've never stayed silent because Namjoon would always strike up a conversation on a random topic that we somehow end up debating over. Sitting in silence and waiting for the professor felt off.

Namjoon made no indication of discomfort. It was just me, apparently.

Once the professor finally arrived, we just continued class without any side conversations and jokes like we always have done.

With class finally ending, he just packed up and left. Never said 'Goodbye. See you at the cafe.' like usual. He never even glanced at my wistful gaze. He just promptly left.

Walking to Graphics Designs was a horrible experience. I don't want to see Jisoo. I'm so angry when I think about her but I can't lay a hand on her. I've had so many imaginations throughout the night about different situations where I somehow become a badass and beat her up so badly, she begs for forgiveness. 

Yet, in reality I see her smirk as I walk into the room and instantly bottle up my anger and silently sit on the opposite side of the room. At most for now, I can retaliate by avoiding her. 

I don't want to be irrational or react to provide her satisfaction.

The period dragged on forever. My anxiety grew to a very high level and I was basically dripping nervousness by the time the professor finally released us. I packed up rapidly before exiting the room and speed walking to the spot I told Yoongi to meet me. It was the same spot as yesterday.

I didn't want to miss him in case he might be there. Nearing the area...

He wasn't there. Maybe he's taking his time. I dropped my backpack on the floor and leaned against the railing. Clutching the phone tightly in my hand, I had already edited the audio to only our conversation yesterday. All I need is to make sure my phone doesn't die or accidentally deletes the audio.

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An hour had come and went. I had passed the time by just listening to music and watching the hall so I could conserve my battery. I let out a long sigh. My doubts were true. He wouldn't come. What was I thinking.

Slowly standing up from my stiff position on the floor, my butt was sore and my neck cracked once I stretched it. Normally, they would leave at this time. They probably already left if we're being honest. I threw my bag over my shoulder and with a resounding sigh, I take a couple steps down the stairs.

I told myself that if he didn't meet me here, then I wouldn't try again. I'm not a person who wants to confront others, but this was a first for me. It was definitely a huge blow to my ego.

Taking one more glance behind me to see if he showed up from the hallway, I abruptly pause when I see him leaning against the railing at the top.

"So? What do you want to say?"

I just stare up at him in shocked silence.

He avoids looking at me as he stares at his shoes.

"If you asked me to show up for nothing, then you're seriously asking to be on my hit list. Hurry up because I don't even want to be here. I was forced here." He scoffs and rolls his eyes to himself.

I shake out of my frozen state before carefully treading back up the steps to stand at the top.

"I-" The words die in my throat as I see him cross his arms and let out an annoyed huff.

Okay. Rude.

"Look. Jisoo lied. Please know that-"

"Seriously. It's funny because I knew you would say that. This is a waste of my time."

He turns to leave with a chuckle but I grasp onto the end of his hoodie.

"Let go. Stop trying to make up more lies. Actually, even if it wasn't true, I'm glad Jisoo made the situation like this. You annoy me so much. I don't even know why I tolerate you. I don't even know why they like you. Seriously, you're always irritating me."

I freeze and let go of his hoodie. He didn't even turn around when he responded without an ounce of hesitancy.

"What? I thought we were friends Yoongi. Did I do something to bother you. I'm sorry. I never meant to annoy you so much. What did I do wrong?"

"It's just... you. You being with us annoys me. Go hang out with your other friends and leave us alone. You're such a burden to have to worry about. Jin having to make you an extra meal, you being a total clutz, you're even stupid enough to almost get in a fight with a guy that night. I don't like you. Stop leeching off of us."

He glared at me over his shoulder before walking closer to the stairs. I intercepted his path before his got to the first step. I was leaning down and looking up at him from a step below. He returned my confused gaze with a threatening glare.

"What now? Oh the video? I honestly don't give a shit if she posts it because why would I actually sleep with the likes of you. Do you want me to make a statement for when she posts it because she 'threatened you'? It'll be finished by tomorrow."

"Please, tell me why you hate me so much. Do I really burden you all so much? I'm sorry."

"As if sorry cuts it. Just leave us alone and get out of my way." He shoved me to the side but in a reflexive move, I took hold of the front of his hoodie which dragged him towards me.

Both our eyes widen as his lips made contact with mine. 

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A/N: So I have gifted thee with a longer chapter. I do feel a bit bad for leaving you guys off last week.

 But what's an interesting story without a little suspense and conflict?

Question Time! Do you think age really matters in a relationship?

I believe after the age of consent, it shouldn't matter unless one of the individuals is being manipulated and being taken advantage of in the relationship. 

Of course there are obvious age gaps where you may have doubt, but if both individuals truly share a requited love between one another, leave them be.

bonnehh_ I should've posted this such a long while ago but look at this amazing piece of work!