They were still holding each other's collars.
Breathing hard.
Eyes burning with anger.
Neither of them wanted to let go.
And then
She stepped in.
Slowly.
Carefully.
As if one wrong move would make everything worse.
"Stop…"
Her voice was soft.
But it was enough.
Both of them froze.
For a second.
She moved closer and placed her hands between them
Gently pushing their hands away from each other.
Their grips loosened.
Reluctantly.
She stood between them.
The space felt tight.
Heavy.
"Jimin…" winter said quietly.
Her fingers slowly found his hand.
She held it.
Not tight.
"Let's go home."
She didn't look back.
She just walked.
Pulling him along with her.
Behind them
Yoongi stood still.
His chest rising slowly.
His hand moved to his lip.
He touched it.
Blood But he didn't care.
His eyes stayed on them
.
******************
NEXT DAY
The classroom was noisy.
Students talking.
Laughing.
Whispering.
Then.....
The door opened.
She walked in.
Slow steps.
Calm face.
But her eyes…
Tired.
In her hands were two clothes.
Jackets.
She walked straight to Yoongi first.
No hesitation.
No smile.
She lifted two jacket/sweater
And pressed it lightly against his chest.
"I...." he started.
But she didn't stay.
She didn't even look at him.
She turned.
Walked to Jimin.
Slower this time.
Softer.
She held out the second jacket.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered.
Her voice almost broke.
Jimin looked at her.
For a second.
Then....
He took the jacket.
Silently.
No expression.
No words.
He placed it inside his bag.
And looked back at his phone.
Like nothing happened.
The classroom became quiet.
Whispers started.
Soft.
Curious.
Confused.
"What's going on…?"
"No idea…"
"Did they fight?"
She didn't react.
She walked back to her seat.
The one beside Yoongi.
She sat down slowly.
Plugged in her earpiece.
Closed her eyes.
And leaned back.
As if she just wanted everything to disappear.
Yoongi turned his head.
His eyes fixed on her.
He didn't blink.
Didn't move.
Just watched her.
His fingers twitched slightly.
Like he wanted to reach out.
Touch her.
Hold her hand.
Intertwine their fingers.
Pull her close.
But he didn't.
He couldn't.
His jaw tightened.
Did I hurt her that much…?
That she can't even look at me?
Or talk to me?
Time passed.
Slowly.
Quietly.
When she opened her eyes
It was silent.
Too silent.
No voices.
No movement.
She blinked.
Sat up slightly.
And looked around.
The classroom…
Was empty.
Completely empty.
Her brows furrowed.
"Hello…?"
No answer.
She turned to the window.
Dark.
Her heart skipped.
Night?
Her eyes widened.
How long did I sleep?
She stood up quickly.
Her chair made a sharp sound.
"Ah...!"
Panic rose in her chest.
"The school… it's closed…"
Her breathing became faster.
She turned
Slowly.
And then
She froze.
Her eyes met his.
He was standing there.
Watching her.