the sun beams down on us, burning our skin as the seconds tick by. the sun glasses offer no help at all on my face as i lift my hand to block my eyes from the sizzling sun. despite all the disadvantages of having summer, the one advantage overrules them all; tanning.
having southern korean ancestors gifted me with pale skin, so i take all the sun i can get.
i place my school bag on the grass behind me and lay my head on it, ensuring that i will not have ants or any other sort of insects in my long, dark hair. "it's too hot out here." my best friend, jiyeon, groans as she lays back on the grass too.
"oh shut up, i need a tan." i laugh, shoving her shoulder.
"yo, check it, jimin is checking you out again." she whacks my arm, making me frown.
i prop myself up onto my elbows and look over to the basketball court, where park jimin stands in his black jeans and no t-shirt. i roll my eyes and lay back down, wincing as my head hits the books in my bag.
"i'm over him."
"sure you are." she rolls her eyes and sits up straight, reaching over to the side of me for my phone.
"heey!" i frown and lean over to take it back but she leans away from me and fiddles around with the screen. a few seconds later, she shoves the phone in my face with a smug smirk on her lips.
𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧: i miss you.
hyori: i miss you too, but i can't.
jimin: baby i love you, why won't you forgive me?
hyori: i love you too, but you messed up. i can't forgive you, not again.
jimin: please baby, please.
hyori: i can't, i'm sorry.
jimin: let me make it up to you, friday night? please baby, one more chance and i won't let you down.
hyori: fine.
"over him?" she smirks, i shrug and close my eyes.
"he's on his last chance." i reply bluntly. jiyeon liked jimin at first, he made me happy, but he fucked up so many times and now she hates him.
"who the fuck gives a guy seven chances ri?" she questions, i sigh.
"six actually, and i love him, i can't just get over him like you hope i would." i reply.
the bell rings, indicating the end of lunch, so we grab our bags and walk back into the sweat box.
heading down the hallway to math, i spot jimin's best friend - jeon jungkook - walking in the opposite direction. he sees me, smirks and runs his fingers through his hair.
i pass him confidently, ignoring his request for eye contact.
before squealing when i feel air rush to my exposed ass, i spin around as quick as i can, pushing my skirt back down to conceal my thong. i look up to see jungkook smirking, guys patting his back in appreciation on their way past. "what the fuck jungkook!" i shriek, turning red in the cheeks as guys walk past, basically undressing me with their hungry eyes.
"sorry baby girl, my hand slipped." he chuckles and walks away, i glare at the back of his head for a few more seconds before continuing my way to math, holding my skirt to my ass.
