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Jimin's POV
As I walked to the lecture hall, my thoughts drifted back to Y/n.
Her defiant eyes, the way she stood her ground... it was infuriating, yet... unsettling.
I can't shake off the unknown feeling from my heart.
It's bothering me.
But why?
I could've left her locked in there.
Made her pay for talking back.
But instead, I left the door open.
Why?
What is it about her that makes me hesitate?
It's as if she's clawing her way into the cracks of my carefully built armor, and I don't like it.
How can I be so soft?
I don't know why I care.
I should just brush these thoughts off my mind.
I'm going insane!
Y/n's POV
Finally!
All my lectures for today are over.
I was now heading towards my locker.
It's so boring without Jisoo!
I'm feeling so lonely without her.
And those rich brats keep on troubling me.
Today they locked me in that freaking washroom!
As I was just walking towards my locker, my gaze fell on the two figures leaning against the lockers while giggling.
Lisa and Nayeon.
My blood boiled just by seeing them
Moments of being trapped in that suffocating washroom surged back, and I knew I couldn't let this slide.
No more being silent. No more enduring.
I'm not some scaredy cat who will sit back quiet after being locked in the washroom for hours.
I stood up to them.
"Listen you both! What the hell was that about, locking me in the washroom?" I said with anger and frustration visible on my face.
Lisa smirks, putting on an innocent act. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. It was just a harmless joke."
I clenched my fists, trying to keep my cool.
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