22

I head to my locker once dance lessons were finished to collect my towel and bottle. I spot a little box above my locker with a little note stuck to it.

'Hydration is important.'

Again? Who IS this person? I've been receiving mini milk boxes these past couple of days, and although I should be appreciative of the person doing this, the fact that I don't know who this person is, creeps the hell out of me.

They also write different notes each time:
-Don't tire yourself out
-Fighting!
-Don't give up!

At first, I was suspicious if the milk was poisoned, but Soyoung had a point. This person must be someone in the building and someone who knows me pretty well. Plus, I had Hyeji try the milk first before I did. She wasn't even aware that it could have potentially killed her.

Hehe, some good friend I am.

I've been making a list of the people I suspect. It's most likely to be a girl, since it's in the girls' locker, but wouldn't that be weird? I feel like this person lowkey likes me, but I'm as straight as my flat chest. I'm sure this person will eventually confess and put me out of my misery... hopefully.

"Another one?" Kyoungji walks in.

I nod. "I should probably figure out a way to catch this person. I need to be here a bit earlier before our dance practises finish. This person seems to know whenever we finish and puts it right before then."

"How? You know how strict Ms Kim is. She won't even let you go for a toilet break! Does she want us to piss our pants and wet the dance studio or something?" She rants.

I laugh, "That's why I need help man. I'm so desperate to know who this person is. I even feel like hitting them in the head once I find out because of my yearning curiosity!"

"I don't know about you, but Jungkook is on my number one list. We all know he's the shy type around girls, and he could still be mustering up his courage to confess to you."

"Pfffttt.. That would be impossible. Jungkook's just one of my close friends."

"Oooooh damn. I can't believe someone would friendzone THE JEON JUNGKOOK! Wow Mia, you're totally on a different level. Is your ideal type some type of god or something?"

"Cut the joke Kyoungji," I chuckle. "I'm gonna plan on how to catch this bastard."

"By the way, how come I never see you talk to Jimin anymore? You're always with either both of them."

I bite my bottom lip remembering the last time I talked to him in the park.

He's still avoiding me, but I've been thankful of him for staying by my side that day. It still hurts the fact that he's ignoring me, he's not as playful anymore, he doesn't smile as much. His sadness is also affecting me, it's contagious.

"Mia."

Every time someone mentions his name, I somehow feel a substantial amount of guilt planting in my chest and it's growing as the time passes by.

Jungkook says Jimin keeps to himself when he's going through something deep. He says I should just give him the space that he needs, and he'll eventually be ready to open up. But apparently, he's himself whenever he's with the rest of the members.

Maybe I'm just an outcast. I should just leave it.

"Miaaaaaa!" Kyoungji claps her hands in front of my face and I wince.

"Gee, that was some deep thoughts. Willing to share?"

I avoid her question, ripping out the attached straw before punching it on the milk box. "Let's go eat lunch."

. • . • .

"Mia, Bang PD is calling you." Soyoung walks in, winking at me.

"Now?" Ms Kim asks.

Soyoung nods. I walk towards the door secretly giving Soyoung a thumb up and mouthing 'thank you' before leaving the room.

I just hope Ms Kim won't go to Bang PD after, asking what our talk was about, 'cause I'd be in massive trouble.

I hide in the corner of the hallway, where the girls' locker is in sight, when I hear some clutters.

I tip toe towards the locker, ready to unmask the person by my surprise. The person was wearing a large black hoodie over the head and baggy track pants.

"Gotcha." I whisper to myself, smirking, once I saw the person reaching at the top of the locker to place the milk box. But when the person turned around, my smirk dropped.

"Jimin?" He uselessly tries to cover the hoodie over his face and tries to run past me by the exit, but I block it before he could, spreading my arms in front of him.

"What are you doing? I need to go, Bang PD's calling me."

I cackle in laughter. "So I guess everyone uses that excuse in this building?" He didn't even break a smile.

"Move." His gaze was so serious, it was scaring me. His staggering rheumy eyes that I used to admire, was scaring me. I obey, moving to the side.

He seemed mad. At me. It was confusing me. Like I did something wrong. What DID I do wrong?

"Wait, Jimin-" I eye his back as he picks up his speed away from me.

Without realising, my feet follow his tracks, rushing to catch up. He walked so fast, we were already out of the building. The piercing winter air as cold as his heart dries up my exposed sweat as my body temperature rapidly drops, making me wince.

He looks back at me, locking eye contact, before proceeding his walk. I gather up my remaining energy to race to him, grabbing his arm.

"I've had enough of your shit!" I yell as water starts to appear on the brim of my eyes. His eyes widen at my choice of words and volume.

"What the fuck did I do? Why the fuck are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong that made you angry? This is making me feel so much guilt!" I howl in anger.

"What? Is it bothering you that someone isn't giving you their full attention?" He smirks, burying his hands deeper in his pocket for warmth.

I was left speechless by his painful words that pricked my heart. Despite the blazing air, it wasn't enough to dry up the tears as they swiftly run down to the corners of my lips.

"My ignorance shouldn't be affecting you." He was about to turn around, but I stop him.

"But it IS affecting me! I don't even know why! The fact that you're treating me like an asshole shouldn't make me worry for your stupid act, but IT IS. I shouldn't give a fuck about you at all! I shouldn't be out here trying to fix whatever this conflict is, sacrificing my body's need for warmth. I shouldn't-" I wipe my tears as I scream in vexation. "I shouldn't be feeling this way!"

I trudge back towards the building, somehow hoping he'd stop me. But when I turn around, he was gone.

. • . • .