•My Dear V•

-What's Wrong?-

"Morning"

"Good morning"

"YN-ssi, morning"

I replied one by one the good morning greetings from several school students who were not in my class. Some of them I know, some of them I don't.

Ahem, actually we are popular class students, because of the limited quota, maybe that's what makes us known.

Especially Jungkook, he is very popular. In fact, I know quite a few girl fans who are his secret admirers.

After all, that's it. Reasonable. Jungkook is handsome, the chairman of the basketball club, and very smart.

Today I came a little early, there was a class picket. Jungkook definitely hasn't come yet, let alone Soobin. Soobin always subscribes to come 3 minutes later of the bell ringing

The class atmosphere was still quiet, there were only a handful of students sitting on their desks playing games on their cell phones. Oh no, the two kids.

It was Lee Donghyuck and Zhong Chenle. Bad boys and hedonistic rich kids. They both looked oblivious to my arrival, or maybe they were aware but chose not to care.

Only one person turned around immediately when I entered the classroom where the 3 boys lived.

I raised both my eyebrows together.

Kim Taehyung was seen cleaning dust in the back of the class cupboard, he looked at me with a bright face.

"You picket today?" I asked, walking up to him after placing my bag on the bench.

Taehyung nodded, then his hand moved.

"Yes, we have the same picket schedule"

At least that's what I got from what Taehyung said through his sign language. It's still a little difficult to understand.

But a few seconds later I saw something strange about this boy when I looked at him openly.

"Why? What's wrong with your face, Tae?" I asked, bringing my face a few inches closer to get a better look at his face.

Taehyung flinched, then he shook his head quickly with a small, stiff laugh.

But I just saw bruises and a few scratches on his face. His right cheek down to his jaw was purplish in color, there was a small tear on the corner of his dry lips, then on the right end of the forehead which was slightly covered in hair.

"You fought?" I asked, in a rather high tone. Making Donghyuck and Chenle who were engrossed in playing the game turn their heads, then click in annoyance.

Taehyung shook his head firmly, then his hand moved.

"I'm fine, yesterday just fell from the cycle"

My brows furrowed. "Fell from the bicycle?"

He nodded.

"While coming back from my house?"

He nodded again.

It's kinda hard to believe the reasons Taehyung said. Because the wound didn't look like it fell from a bicycle, but from someone's punch.

Seeing me who was just silent and looking at him doubtfully, Taehyung sighed with a smile.

"I'm fine" then tapped my shoulders twice.

"Don't hide anything from me, we're friends" I said, snorting softly.

Taehyung just smiled a little, then he nodded. Then his hand moved, smoothing my hair which for some reason was a little messy.

The look in his eyes when looking at me as if to say...