《Silent Love (YoonSeok FanFic) COMPLETED》Chapter 5
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I impatiently tapped my foot on the floor in class. Where the heck is Jin?! I need to ask him something.
"Hey Yoongi~~" A low voice cooed my name behind me.
I sighed. "What do you want kid??"
The low voice was Taehyung. He stood beside another younger boy named Jungkook. The boys were both giggling.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
Taehyung showed me his phone and couldn't stop laughing. My eyes widened as I saw myself sleeping with Hoseok.
"How did you get this?!"
"We soooo weren't at the mall yesterday." Jungkook gave an innocent smile. I grumbled to myself as Namjoon came over.
"Hyung! Look at this." Taehyung showed his phone to Namjoon.
He laughed. "You gay piece of shit! Why were you sleeping with that kid?" He punched me lightly in the arm.
"What were you even doing with him??" Jungkook asked between laughs.
I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Hoseok invited himself to go to the mall with us. I totally disgreed with it. That idiot sat next to me while I was sleeping, and of course he had to lean on me while I slept. Hell, I don't even like that kid's guts." I lowered my voice, "He's fucking weird..."
Namjoon chuckled. "I couldn't agree more. He bumped into me in the halls so many times. I'm surprised I didn't punch him yet."
I laughed with the three of them. I glanced to the side and saw Jin walk to his desk. He looked at me, disappointed. He shook his head and averted his gaze somewhere else.
"Speaking of the damn devil," Namjoon muttered, "Here he comes."
Hoseok walked into the classroom and sat at his desk, a smile plastered on his face, as always.
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"Class, settle down." Our teacher yelled over the class's conversations.
Taehyung and Jungkook were giggling to themselves as they sat at their desks. Namjoon smiled at their childishness. I gave a small smirk, but deep down I didn't really mean what I said. I know Jin could hear our conversation but I just wanted to fit in for once.
When class ended, Jin grabbed his stuff and left, without waiting for me. I really needed to ask him something. I guess I'll wait when I get to our dorms.
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I slowly opened the door to our dorm. Jin was there, sitting on his bed.
"Jin..... I'm sorry about today."
He didn't say a word in the awkward silence.
I sighed deeply. "Seokjin, you know it's hard for me to say apologies. Please don't make this difficult for me....."
His lips curled into a smile and he chuckled. "I forgive you."
I exhaled in relief.
"But Yoongi, how do you think Hoseok would feel if he knew that you said those words about him? I know you didn't truly mean it. You tried to fit in, but sometimes you should say what you think. Not what others want to hear."
I nodded. I remembered the reason why I wanted to talk to Jin. "Hyung, you know sign language, right?"
He nodded. "Yeah, because my mom's deaf. Why?"
I fiddled with my thumbs. "C-can you teach me?"
He smirked. "Is it because Hoseok~?"
I glared at him. "No, maybe, just–! I want to learn sign language since he's my partner."
He saw my cheeks turning pink and smiled. "Alright, fine, but you need for promise me one thing."
"No promises."
"Yes promises, or else I won't teach you."
I groaned. "Fine!"
"Promise me you'll be nice to Hoseok. Be his friend."
I shrugged. "Whatever, deal. Now, just teach me the stupid language!!"
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