SECOND LEAD SYNDROME | JJK

8 | CURSED

"Fuck off," I finally come to my senses.

I reach for the door but he doesn't allow me to open it. His hand is now rested on mine and his back pressed against my own. I can feel the beating of his chest, it felt so loud and prominent against me.

Why's his heart beating so fast?

Jungkook then shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "You said I'm gay right?" It's like he's challenging me. "I'll show you just how gay I am."

He begins unbuckling his pants.

That's when I've decided that I've had enough.

I lean back and kick the living shit out of him, sending him flying back against the door behind. I grip the door and open it, slamming it behind me as I walk away.

Unbelievable, just unbelievable.

With a million thoughts running through my mind, I go back to the car and found relief that there were no more people. I get in and drive off, speeding my way back home. My thoughts clog my brain and I'm unable to process anything.

He's such an asshole. Kissing me like that. Was this his only way of proving that he isn't gay? Why with me? He could've kissed anyone else but he decided to run after me. Was it revenge? It must've been.

Out of anger I press on the gas and accelerate, forgetting that I had just left Chaeyoung back at school. I made an entire U-turn and went back to school to pick her up. We exchange seats and she drives me back home. The entire car ride was silent and she doesn't even try to ask me about what happened earlier- I was glad she didn't.

I didn't even want to think about it.

When I get home, the first thing I do is take a shower in piping hot water. Hot enough to burn my skin off. I wipe myself clean of everywhere he's touched, scrubbing until my skin is red and raw. Yet I stood there looking in my bathroom mirror, subconsciously grazing my bottom lip with the tips of my teeth.

I was slipping.

No no no.

I scrub my lips with the body wash and gag at the taste, choking as I gargled my mouth with water.

After the shower I get dressed and head to my bed, hoping to relax. Instead of relaxing I decide to chime in on the social media drama that was sure to have surfaced. Sure enough, there were posts about me and Jungkook all over. They even had fucking pictures of us kissing.

I reported all the photos.

My phone pings with a text from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN: We need to talk

ME: Who is this?

-one minute later-

UNKNOWN: Jungkook

*block*

My phone pings again.

UNKNOWN: I knew you'd do that so I used Jimin's phone.

UNKNOWN: I'm going to call you.

As promised, my phone rings.

I didn't know what Holy Ghost possessed me that I felt the need to pick up.

"Hello?" I answer.

Bitch, why did I just say hello?

"WHAT?" I correct myself.

I can hear him laughing on the other side and it makes my blood boil. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."