𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 .
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i looked at my palm and knuckles, seeing them all bloody with a few cuts. i brought my back hand up and gently wiped the blood off, my now busted lip.
"fuck.." i cursed to myself. i brought out my phone, swiping to the camera and flipping it, so that it can show what my face looked like. i examined my face
as my jaw slightly dropped seeing bruises and cuts that were displayed on my cheeks, all over my face.
what have i done to myself..
i mentally face palmed, as the events that occurred earlier, flashed through my head. i couldn't get my mind off of y/n. she's interested me, a lot. but with jaehyun, and his group talking about her i couldn't keep myself focused and in my own business.
it pissed me off as he proceeds slut shaming her to
his friends; those filthy animals. and what was the most shocking thing to me it was that i have never gotten into a physical fight, for a girl.
i've never felt this way before.
once i made it back to campus, i quickly ran o the men's restroom. i push against the door, multiple times, but soon realized that the door was locked.
"fucks sake." i cursed out, pounding my fist against the door. "who the hell locks the restrooms, damn."
i rolled my eyes, and my hand began to throb. but i endured the pain as i turned on my heel and ran to the main entrance of the building.
to my surprise the rest of the restrooms were all of
the sudden locked. i groaned having to go with the only choice i had left. going back, to my dormitory.
𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕.
i sat up from my bed and stretched my arms out as
an exhausted yawn leaves my mouth.
i advert my gaze to my phone, checking the time. it was getting late, and jungkook still hasn't returned yet. for some reason, thinking about him no longer angered me. i felt so worried, that he has not come back to our dorm, when i returned back, just a few hours after my leave.
should i be worried?
thinking about that last encounter with jungkook,
and that harsh event that occurred earlier, i slowly
to feel pity washing over me. i was being too harsh, and i didn't even allow him speak. i begin to regret saying such things to him, and blaming him for all
of these mishaps, without hearing his perspective.
my train of thoughts were put to a pause. suddenly,
i heard the door quietly open.
i hear footsteps entering further into the room, and
i notice it's jungkook, but he was turned away from me. his face was turned away from me. i upraise up from my bed, lifting a brow.
"jungkook," i spoke softly, "where have you been?"
he didn't respond. jungkook's back was still facing
me so i called out his name again. "jungkook, look
at me." i added.
ignored.
as a couple moments pass then i hear a sigh. "y/n,
go to bed." i hear him softly reply, except his voice sounded completely tired — i didn't know what he
was up to or where he was. though i wasn't able to
see his face, i could tell that he was exhausted.
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Fanfiction"i've got everyones attention, except for yours." conceited, manipulative, egocentric, and rude. jeon jungkook; your schools heartthrob who is capable of making girls knees go weak, having them easily wrapped around his finger. but once you arrived...
