Falling for him(Taehyung)✔️

Part 31

Jiyeon's POV
a week later
•••
"Why isn't he answering?" I slammed my phone face down on my desk.

Everybody in the classroom turned around and gave me dirty looks. Mrs.Soong walked to my desk and held out her hand expectantly.

I grumbled and handed her my phone.
"Ms.Lee, I made it very clear last time that you should not text during class," Mrs.Soong scolded me with a harsh tone."You'll get your phone back after school."

The rest of the class snickered at Mrs.Soong's scolding. I lowered my head, starting to feel ashamed.
"Yes m'am," I mumbled and handed her my phone.

The rest of the period was boring and quiet.
Everybody seemed extremely focused on their work, meanwhile I was daydreaming.

It's been a week since that night.
The police men concluded Huisu's death as a suicide. Ever since then, students were placing flowers at her locker and decorating it.

As if they knew her..
...they all treated her like trash..

Taehyung hasn't showed up to his school, everybody said that he was grieving for his sister, Huisu. He has been avoiding all my texts......I've even tried knocking on his door......

I don't blame him.
After all, because of me, his only family is dead.....

The horrors of that night slowly came back to my mind. The feeling of my heavy arms and my dead body returned. The image of Taehyung's blood red eyes—

"—earth to Jiyeon," Hana waved at me, immediately snapping me out of my thoughts.
That dread feeling disappeared.

I quickly sat up, noticing everybody was already leaving the classroom.
"Did I black out or something?"

"Yea, class is over..let's get outta here."

We walked out the class together, heading to the cafeteria.
"So what do you want to do after school?" Hana suddenly asked me, cheerfully.

"Uh, I have biology homework," I quickly lied, avoiding eyes contact with her.

I was planning on going to Taehyung's house again..
..hoping he'll actually want to see me..

Hana raised her left eyebrow.
"Jiyeon, we're in the same biology class....Mr.Ou didn't hand out homework."

I quietly cursed. Oh yeah, she is in my class.
"I meant that I have a docter's appointment," I stammered and quickened my walking pace.

"But you told me that your next doctor checkup so within a year—"

I stopped walking and threw my arms up.
"I'm just busy okay?!" I shouted, in frustration.

Hana crossed her arms over each other.
"Jiyeon what's going on....."

"..I'm just really busy!" I protested.

Hana eyed me in the eye.
"Something is wrong....you've been acting strangely lately...."she walked closer to me."Spill it out Jiyeon."

I took a step back.
"Hana I can't.Not this time."

"Jiyeon, I'm your best friend! Doesn't that mean anything to you?" She protested.

"Hana it does but I just can't—"

Hana huffed. Her eyes narrowed.
"Yea I know, you just can't tell me. Go find yourself a new best friend," she snarled and stomped off.

I glanced at her with immediate regret.
"Hana!" I called after her.
She didn't respond and slammed the door to the cafeteria shut.

Oh great Jiyeon.
One more person that hates you.

•••
Later

"If I catch you texting again in my class young lady..." Mrs.Soong's voice trailed off and looked at me sternly.

I gulped and nervously tugged onto my shirt.
"I won't text ever again in your class," I quickly reassured her, with a innocent look on my face.

Mrs.Soong didn't look so convinced but handed me back my phone.

"Teenagers these days ," I heard her mutter to herself when I left the classroom.
•••
I've been to Taehyung's house a couple of times, but I immediately recognize his house.

I stopped at his house and gazed at it.
His house was huge, with elegant window designs all over.

I immediately noticed that there were two tesla's parked in front of his huge driveway.
Are his parents home?

I've never met his parents...Taehyung didn't say much about them except that they were rich CEOS of a company.

I suddenly nervous about meeting them for the first time and hesitated at knocking onto their elegant blue door.

My fingers slowly traced the outline of their doorbell, carefully not to push it.

What's the point of this? He's not going to answer—

Suddenly, the door opened and I jumped back.
A girl stepped out from the house.
She looked around my age...but was wearing ridiculously expensive designer clothes.
She wore a black gucci dress with a matching Chanel bag, and her nails had a French manicure.

This can't be his mom...she's around my age..
...maybe his sister?

Since when does Taehyung have a sister?

"Well are you going to come in or not?" She said, with a harsh tone."Where's the pizza?"

The girl pulled out a twenty dollar bill from her expensive Chanel bag.

I blinked.
"Excuse me?"

The girl rolled her eyes at me .
"The god damn pizza we ordered!"

She thinks I'm a pizza deliver?

It took me a couple seconds to regain control of my immediate instinct to call her a bitch.
I bit my lower lip and faked a smile.

"I'm not a pizza deliver...is Taehyung home?" I asked, peering over her shoulder.

She scowled at me and crossed her arms over each other. "How do you know Taehyung? And no, you can't see him," the girl chanted, with a irritating tone in her voice.

My anger got the best of me.
"Who do you think you are? And by the way who the hell are you?" I snapped at her.

The girl puckered her red lips and ran her freakishly long nails through her wavy brown hair. She batted her eyelashes at me.

"Taehyung's girlfriend of course, who else did you think that I was?"