No Strings Attached (Jungkook x OC)

Part 3: By you, and because of you

"Her fashion sense is wack, her face is disgusting and she's not even that popular." I winced at the comment, only to felt the tears brim in the corners of my eyes at the last one.

"She should stay under the radar, not where Jungkook is. Now I'm beginning to see why Jungkook bullied her in the first place, she's just a loser. He probably made her his girlfriend just because he felt bad for her."

I frowned, a tear escaping my eye. It was like all the anger that was hiding within me was beginning to spoil and flow out through my tears. It was like all the anger for Jungkook that was hidden in me, was ready to unleash.

"Yah, you're in my way. You're pretty anti-social, I'm actually glad I got rid of you." Jungkook smirked, kicking me in the shin as I fell to the ground with a thud. "You're just a deadweight, Seoyeon-ah."

I fixed my pants, dusting off the dirt that left a huge stain on my knees. Jungkook picked me up, looking in my eyes as he let go of me once again, making me fall to the ground with another thud. Everyone gathered around and started to laugh at me, and I shut my eyes just so that I could wish that everything was all just a dream.

"You're chicken, you're not confident in yourself. How funny.. and ridiculous." Jungkook shook his head, "I actually feel sorry for your own parents. You're useless."

I bit my lip, whimpering at the pain in my shins and ankles that were probably broken by now. I sat up onto my butt, wiping away the tears that were never coming to an end.

"Hey! Scram, you idiots!" I looked up to see none other than Bora, who picked me back up onto my feet to take care of me.

I pursed my lips into a line, my hands balling into fists.

Was Jungkook playing a game on me? Was he just using me as his 'fake' girlfriend just because he felt bad for me? Was I used to gain my reputation at school?

Was this fake relationship, fake?

I stormed out of the school, running down the sidewalks. I was raging, my blood boiling and my eyes furrowed like they had a life of its own. Bumping into a muscular chest, I stumbled back, and I looked up to see none other than the devil.. Jeon Jungkook.

He looked pretty surprised and worried, looking at my face that was probably red by now. I shook my head, harshly pushing him aside. He managed to grab my wrists to stop me from hurting him any more.

"Seoyeon, why are you cryi—"

"Why am I crying?!" I spat, pushing him hard so that he would let go of me.

"You were completely fine all day, what happened?" He asked, staring at me bewilderedly.

"What happened?!" I screamed, "You happened! This happened!"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand what you're trying to tell me." He said softly and I sighed frustratedly, my hands dropping to my sides.

"I know what you're trying to do, Jungkook." I began, "you're using me just because you feel bad for me."

"What?" He looked confused, really confused.

"You don't need to tell me that you're using me in this 'fake' relationship of yours, just to raise my reputation, just because you felt bad for me, just because I'm a stupid loser." I belted out. "If you're doing this to boost my standings in popularity at school, I don't need your help."

"Seoyeon, I don't understand—"

"Then don't understand!" I yelled. "Just please, stay away from me, I don't want to get bullied again."