OUR LOUD MINDS → bts fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-Four

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Namjoon

My mother didn't notice the bruise on my jaw. And by the time I'd arrived home, I hadn't really expected her to. It was probably for the best anyway, otherwise, I surely would've ended up in some sort of trouble. But I couldn't help but heave a long, overdue sigh as I slipped through the house, unnoticed.

I tried to remind myself that I was lucky, lucky that I'd been able to convince Principal Choi not to call my parents. Now all I needed to do was waste good studying time to help out at school. At least I could be out of the house for a bit.

When I reached my bedroom, I closed the door completely shut and couldn't help but collapse onto my bed. Anna's words prickled uncomfortably through my head, reminding me of how much she knew that I didn't want her to know.

"Is he going to tell your parents?"

But then I realized that, for the first time ever, someone had seemed to genuinely share in my discomfort of disapproval from parents. Mine specifically. Feeling a bit regretful about the way I'd left her and Hoseok, I sat up and reached for my bag, pulling out my cellphone.

"He isn't going to tell my parents," I texted her.

Then, with a few moments of hesitation, my thumb twitched and I inadvertently sent it. A bit of nervousness seeped through my stomach as I put the phone down, wondering whether she was annoyed with me. But then, Anna had seemed actually worried about me after the fight.

I froze suddenly. Anna had been there. At the fight.

Did that mean she'd heard what I'd said?

"You can't keep me from Anna. No one can..."

What if she took it the wrong way? How was I supposed to tell her I'd said that to aggravate my attacker? I gulped, wondering if perhaps I was overthinking it. I prayed I was overreacting. Maybe she would forget it.

My phone buzzed at that moment, causing me to jump. I looked at the device with a sinking stomach. Surely she wouldn't say anything about it. Right? Swallowing hard, I leaned over to grab the phone.

"Good," she replied.

I blinked at the curt message. Then sighed in relief. Anna was still her usual self.

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I awoke earlier than usual that Saturday morning, feeling regretful at how quickly the week had passed. Sometimes I wished there were no such thing as weekends. Multiple days where one was forced to stay home. But I shook my head, pulling back the covers. Today was different however. Today I would be unwillingly spending time with the student who'd been causing the worst of the recent, unwanted excitement in my life.

I pulled on a sweater and jeans, wondering how long this service activity would be taking. I also wondered whether Seokjin would even be showing up. I half-hoped he wouldn't be.

It was quiet as I begrudgingly made my way downstairs. If I left now, I'd be over an hour early, but I planned on that. I had to be out of the house within fifteen minutes, so that I could leave without much question. My mother wouldn't ask where I'd been until I returned, so that would give me a lot of time to think up an excuse. My stomach growled a little, but I ignored it, adjusting my backpack and grabbing my car keys. I had to leave now.

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"Oh," I said quietly, staring at the familiar face in front of me.