SECOND LEAD SYNDROME | JJK

46 | WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

Was it too late to feel guilty?

Surprisingly, Jimin and Lisa didn't say a word. Even after class Lisa would keep her head down and just follow me around like a lost puppy. Sad and sullen because she thinks she can't interact with Jimin because of me.

I was more annoyed of that than the two actually being together.

"Stop," I stop in my tracks.

"What?" She asks, abruptly halting as she darts her gaze around the hallway. "What happened?"

"No, I mean just stop with this."

She narrows her eyes. "What?"

I give her a genuine smile. "You don't have to distance yourself from Jimin because of what happened to Jungkook and I. If you want to be with that asshole then whatever, I honestly don't care anymore. It's your decision and quite frankly, I've developed a new outlook on life."

I can tell that she's still afraid to show any emotion whatsoever. I take her hand anyways and we walk down the hallway, ignoring all the stares from our classmates who are still reeling in from this morning.

"I'm going to Lucas' party with Yoongi, I think I might somewhat like him."

"Really? You got over Jungkook that fast?"

My body went unnaturally tense. I felt a wash of fear wash over me after what I've just done. Was he going to retaliate? A part of me was still worried about him, afraid of what would happen to him rather than what'd happen to me.

"Let's just say I really don't care about him right now. I just want to focus-"

"Congrats on getting Class President Yura!" says a random girl from our grade.

"What do you mean?" I ask. Had Jungkook's title already been stripped from him?

"Oh didn't you know? The process finally went through. I'm sorry it took a while but President Hwang was busy with board meetings so the papers sat on his desk for a good while," she answers.

"The process...?"

She nods. "Yeah, for Jungkook to sign over his presidency to you... The day the election results were announced he immediately resigned."

What was he trying to do? Was this his way of showing me mercy? Was everything that belonged to me his for the taking? Had he really needed to take everything from me just because he had the ability to?

Now I truly don't regret anything.

"Nice to know," I pushed my way through her and the crowd, ditching Lisa to find myself a moment of silence. I made a beeline toward the furthest bathroom to recuperate before my next class. I ended up staying in there the entire break, not even caring that the bell had just rung.

The hallway echoed with the many footsteps of students rushing to their next class. I couldn't find it in me to go out and be near so much people, not when my nerves were as bad as they were. I stood in front of the mirror, eyeing my reflecting until the door springs open.

Jungkook.

For fucks sake-

He locks the door shut.

His signature move of entrapment. Also a symbolism for his fucked up ways.

"What?" I cross my arms.

Jungkook doesn't say a word, instead he looks at me with dull, sullen eyes. He looked a mess. His hair was ruffled, his collar disheveled, tie untied. He looked like he had just rolled in a ditch or decided to have a fight with himself. The bitch looked worst than I felt.

He drops his backpack and I almost make a run for it if he hadn't caught me in time. I expected him to rough me up but he just holds me tight, not moving at all despite my best efforts to pry myself free.

"Don't go with him to the party," he says with a hoarse voice.

He almost sounded like he were... on the verge of tears?

No, maybe I'm just misreading things.

Yura, you're just making up excuses at this point. You're just saying things you want to hear. You know for a fact he doesn't give a fuck about you. Not only did he cheat on you, but he lied and manipulated you. He embarrassed you and ruined your pride.

"Oh, fuck off," I continue to struggle in his hold. "We're not together anymore."

He tightens his hold on me, this time burying his chin in the crook of my neck. My body instantly mellows with the skin on skin contact. The warmth of him against the coldness of the room made me not want to move at all. Or maybe it was because I missed this.

"Do you really want that?" He asks. "Don't you miss me?"

"Fuck no," I snap back to reality and try pinching his arms but he still doesn't let up.

"You're moving too much," he groans. That wasn't a regular groan, not one you'd have if someone was trying to break free from your grasp. No, it was a perverted groan of someone who sexualized the feeling of my ass against his dick. 

Oh, you horny piece of shit.

"I'm sorry if my fat ass is making your dick stiff, too bad it's not yours anymore," I chuckle knowing that I've won this round. I finally have something he can't get and it makes me thrilled.

Jungkook leans his head closer to have a look at my face, lips slowly forming a sly smirk. It's like he doesn't even take me serious, as if he thinks I'll just crumble underneath him. "Oh no, whatever will I do," he says through sarcasm.

"I have an idea," I look at him through the mirror.

He cocks a brow. "Yeah?"

"How about you go fuck that girl you cheated on me with," I then proceeded to elbow him in the gut and he steps backwards, but not enough to let me go.

Jungkook seems rather enthralled with my action. "I have a better idea," he grabs me by the back of my collar and leans me over the sink. I grip onto the edge of the counter to prevent myself head butting into the sink as his hands rake my hair gently, yet forcefully all at once. Jungkook rudely lifts my head by my roots and lowers himself to whisper in my ear. "How about I fuck you instead?"

Shit.

How did I even get myself in this predicament?

I thought I had the upper hand but then I ended up teasing him and now I'm facing the consequences of doing so.

Oh have the tables have turned.

"Well," I look at him through the mirror. "What are you waiting for?"