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J-hope - 'Till It Happens To You

Warning!

The following chapter will contain strong language and sexual violence, which might be emotionally unsettling, but reflects the reality of what is happening daily on college campuses. This story part is not meant for young readers so if you're younger than thirteen, please do not continue on reading, for your own sake. Also please don't try to reenact the following story, or read it if you're too young for it, your discretion was advised. Sincerely the author.

The chapter was requested by iiEXOSWife, so she's the one to blame! I'm kidding! But seriously, don't read it if you don't like this kind of stuff. Thanks for understanding.

Come on, pull yourself together. I silently told myself, but my body kept on shaking out of anger and fear combined together, despite how strong I tried to let go of this feeling. It'll be fine. Yeah, right... like that ever gonna happen. I tightened the grip around my knees as I remembered the stare in his eyes.

My own two seeing organs filled with tears and I closed my eyelids letting the darkness take over me. I couldn't handle the pressure I was put under anymore. I couldn't even share it. This time, not because I was scared, but I felt guilt for what happened. Somehow I could imagine that whoever hears my story will accuse me for it happening.

You brought this upon yourself. You're the one wearing those clothes for other's temptation. You're the one to blame. I was just an object for people's conversation, an interesting dilemma to solve. But not a real human being, who actually had to go through what they thought to be just a story. You never know how it really feels until it happens to you. Tell me, how can you give those advices with an easy heart, if you don't know the experience? What the hell do you know? Tell me, what?

His name was Jung Ho-seok, but everyone called him simply J-Hope... Why? Isn't it an easy question to answer? He was a light others were looking for in the dark, he was the hope, the one smiley person with contagious laugher, who would encourage everyone around him to follow their dreams, to do their own thing. He became my hope as well. The day he asked me out to prom, I thought that an angel made its way from heaven to earth, just so I could get this majorly important invitation. Or at least that's how it seemed to me back then.

Last year of school. Last month of school. Last day of school. Last hour... last dance... the prom. I felt sadness coming to me, because I had to leave a lot of things and many people behind me and move on, to go to college, to become an adult, to be Someone. But prom was the last thread holding me back, connecting me to my old life. And I wanted it to be a proper goodbye, and I couldn't imagine the better way to do it than when I had J-hope, my first crush, my first love next to me, ready to assist his lady of the evening, who, in this case, was lucky me.

The dance was going nearer the end with every second and surprisingly I didn't feel devastated at all. I could clearly feel happiness tingling inside me. I was ready to open the new page of my life's book and thanks to J-hope, who gifted me this evening, this page was going to end perfect.

"Tired yet?"

J-hope asked me smiling sweetly while handing a glass of drink. I took a seep and nodded blinking few times. My eyes were like glued together, I was enjoying the night, but my body told me obviously that I needed to get some rest.

"A bit."

I didn't want to blurt out that I was just dreaming about crashing on my bed for twelve good hours or so.

"I can take you home if you want."

He twirled his car keys on the finger and gestured to me towards the exit. I nodded once more putting unfinished drink's glass on one of the tables and hooked my arm on his as J-hope lead our way to the parking lot. I grinned to the sky filled with stars, and even the cold breeze couldn't blow away my good mood.