43
Since then, Min Yoongi has changed 175 degrees. Why not 180 degrees? Maybe it's just habit, but the curses keep coming out. After talking to Yoongi for a few days and trying to ease our tension, I was able to realize something.
Min Yoongi is awkward at expressing his feelings.
When he feels embarrassed, he tends to swear and blurt out words, but those words often hurt more than he thinks.
So, it's like a fucking child.
If you like someone, you end up hurting them.
{When a sociopath possesses a villainess}
22. Between us
…
“···Eat this. You didn’t eat lunch.”
“Don’t make people worry when you’re nothing but skin and bones.”
“Huh..? Oh. Thank you.”
Min Yoongi, ignoring the children's strange stares, came to my class and threw my favorite cream bun at me. The kids were probably taken aback by Yoongi's behavior, but I was the one who was most flustered.
"Brother. I appreciate you taking care of me, but you don't need to come all the way to class to do this."
“···Are you uncomfortable? Sorry.”
“No… It’s not that it’s uncomfortable. It’s just that my brother is annoying.”
“I’m not bothered. Then can I keep coming?”
I was speechless when my brother countered my point. After all that, I couldn't refuse him again. So I just nodded vaguely and told him not to visit so often.
44
The problem these days is Park Jimin. He came back from the third-year class the other day, and his expression suddenly darkened and he started ignoring me.
Even when I spoke to him, he pretended not to notice, ignored me, and even moved away a while ago. I really, really disliked Jimin's behavior.
"jimin park."
"···uh?"
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’ve never avoided it···”
“Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth.”
When I asked Jimin, who turned around in surprise at the mere mention of his name, he backed away, claiming he'd never done anything like that. I was infuriated by Jimin's attitude. So when I asked him again, mixing in some curses, Jimin lowered his head and began to speak.
“Actually… I went to see Kim Seokjin because he said something to you… He asked if I was any different, so I thought about it. But I’ve never properly apologized to you. And you’ve never accepted an apology either.”
“…”
“Besides, I… I just stood by and watched you get bullied, and now I know how fucking fucked up it is to act so righteous! ···That’s why I couldn’t approach you.”
I apologize if I offended you, I'm sorry.
Jimin's words were absurd. Hadn't he already resolved everything with me? He even helped me when it mattered. He didn't directly harass me like Kim Seokjin did. I was infuriated by Jimin's contradictory behavior: approaching me first, then distancing himself, claiming he had no shame.
puck-!!!
“···?”
"It's over now. I hit you with all my heart, just as you hit me."
"…uh?"
"I didn't hear a verbal apology from you, but you showed it with your actions. I like that better. Besides, didn't you just let it all out when you hugged me at the hospital? Or else you should've rolled around a bit more."
I used all my strength to hit Jimin's head with my hand while he was sitting down, and when Jimin made an expression that was a mixture of bewilderment and pain, I poured out my emotions. The last thing I said was to add a little playfulness and let it out.
Jimin burst out laughing at me like that.
“Right, lol, do you think I should roll around a bit more?”
“Okay. If you understand, go to the store right now and buy some bread.”
“What about that thing you got from Yoongi-hyung..”
At Jimin's words, I put the cream bun I was holding in my hand into my pocket and made a face as if to say, "It's gone now, right?" Jimin smiled at me, patted my head, and headed to the store.
“A cream bun would be fine. I’ll be back quickly.”
“And... thank you.”
These days, I seem to receive more gratitude than apologies. That's not a bad thing. In fact, it's actually a good thing. Jimin and I have clearly reconciled.
45
“Kim Yeo-ju.”
“What the… are you doing?”
Jung Ho-seok bowed his head before the younger, smaller, and weaker female protagonist, leaving her flustered. She followed him, wanting to talk for a moment, and he bowed his head without even looking at her, speaking without a plan. His eyes were closed, and his clenched hands were trembling, as if he had made a big decision.
“Come back to the dance club.”
“If you want, I’ll go out, but please come back in.”