I slept at two in the morning and my morning alarm ruined my beauty sleep for today at six. I forgot to pass my journal in Creativity Development last Friday because I ditched classes. So today, aside from worrying about my date with Jungkook later, I'm also anxious about whether my professor will still accept my project in his subject on a Sunday morning.
I jumped out of my bed and my eyes immediately landed on the black dress lying down on the other bed. Last night, I spent my time making sure that my dress is in its proper condition. No stitches, no cuts, and perfectly washed.
Then that thought entered my mind again.
Jungkook and I made out the other night. We were so really into it. His touch was so intoxicating and thrilling, I actually wanted more of it. I could still feel his lips on mine. But it's a good thing that my mind worked properly that night.
We stopped, because of me. He was worried that maybe I didn't like it, but on the contrary, I do love it. I just told him that I wasn't ready for it and he genuinely smiled at me, indicating that he understands.
I took a bath at the girls' bathroom since there is no line at this time of the day. After doing my thing and dressing up, I immediately made my way to the main building and the faculty's room.
I heard my professor work on Sunday in the morning so this is my only chance. The moment I reached the room, no one is there.
Maybe I'm still early.
I sat on the chair next to its door while I wait. Scrolling on my newsfeed my phone suddenly buzzed and Jungkook's name and his wacky picture flashed on my screen. I quickly took the call and placed my phone over my ear. "Hello?"
"Happy Valentine's day, babe." He greeted me with his raspy voice.
"Good morning too," I smiled like an idiot on the other line. "You sound like you just woke up."
"I did." He laughed gently. "Want to go grab breakfast outside?" He asked.
"Is that a date too?" I wondered and I can imagine him smiling sheepishly.
"Nah, just normal couple things to do, right?" He chuckled. Damn, his morning voice can really turn someone on.
"Yeah sure, wait for me, I'll just pass a project," I informed him.
"On a Sunday?" He questioned.
"I ditched classes last Friday," I almost said it in a whisper and I heard him clicked his tongue. "What?" I exclaimed.
"You're a bad boy," He commented, clearly teasing me again. "Where are you?"
"Main building," I briefly answered.
"Okay, wait for me there." With that, he ended up the call while I went back to patiently waiting for my professor to arrive.
It took around five minutes more before my professor saw me sitting next to the faculty. "What are you doing here Ms. Foster?"
"I forgot to pass my project, and I was wondering if you could still accept mine?" I beamed awkwardly at him while he gives me a disappointed look.
A second later, he handed out his empty palm and I placed my journal there. "Thank you, sir."
"You can now go," He told me and he was about to enter the faculty room when I called him again.
"Oh, sir! I was actually thinking if you could give it back to me today?" I shamelessly asked.
"Why?"
"I intend to give it to someone as a gift," I explained. I heard him scoffed but he gesticulated for me to follow him inside the room. Sitting on his cubicle office, he slowly scanned my journal.
"What is this all about?" He looked up at me.
"Oh, it's a sketchbook that tells a story without using any words," I explained, trying to look like a prim and proper student I placed my hands behind me.
"So, it's about two guys?" He said while scanning my project and I nodded my head fervently. "Two guys who fell in love..." He flipped onto the last page, "Then the other guy magically turned into a woman?"
"Not magically, the other guy was a woman after all." I corrected his statement and he gently bopped his head. Removing his eyeglasses, he checked my journal without any hesitation.
"I suggest you add more details in your drawings so that whoever reads it will understand it clearly. You missed the deadline so all I gave was a consideration." He handed me back my journal and I smiled.
"It's okay, sir. Thank you." After that, I placed my journal back inside my bag and as I stepped out of the room Jungkook is already standing outside with his thumbs in his pockets. "You're early," I smirked.
He approached me and gave me a peck on the lips before holding my hand. "Let's go."
We finished having breakfast and we're on our way to walk in the park. It's Sunday and it's Valentine's Day, so as expected there are a lot of people having fun.
Jungkook and I, fortunately, saw an empty bench to rest on. We both stare at the beautiful surroundings, I placed my head on his shoulder while he rested his on mine. Our hands holding each other like they're not letting go.
"You'll come later, right?" He asked and I laughed before answering. He is always anxious whenever he asks me something.
"I will, I promised you that already." I also promised myself that I will not keep him in the dark, that I will tell him everything that he needs to know. I should not be afraid, he will forgive me and everything will all be fine. Thinking negatively will only make me feel worse. "Jungkook?"
"Yes?" He answered.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Yes, and I love you too." He muttered and he always never failed to melt my heart with his words.
"Will you forgive me if I did something wrong?" I courageously asked. I lifted my head from his shoulder and I looked at his pretty eyes.
"I'll do anything for you." A smile stretched on his face.
"Promise?"
"I promise, love."
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It's almost time. I'm already wearing my dress and I managed to put on a make up the way Yana wanted it to be. My heels are so high that I'm afraid I might trip anytime. I took my sketchbook journal that I wrapped using gift paper and placed it inside my sling bag.
Getting my keys and other necessities I come out of my dorm. Anxiously, I walked towards the hallway. The day that I have to tell him everything has come.
It's a bit exciting and worrisome, but I got to hope for the best.
I took a deep breath and marched my way out of the building when a tall lady underneath a hoodie pulled me upstairs.
On the rooftop.
"Who are you? Let go of me!" She was practically dragging me and my ankles are starting to hurt because I'm supposed to run on heels. I tried breaking away but a wimp like me isn't much to retaliate in terms of physical movements.
Once the breeze hits my body, I started to freeze. I'm wearing a sleeveless dress on a rooftop, void of any walls to cover me. She abruptly pushed me once we got up and I fell on my back.
I winced and sighed at the pain I felt but what's worse is the discomfort coming from my right ankle. It must hurt because of my previous injury.
I looked up at the woman and to my shock, I grasped on my journal tighter. "Well, well, isn't this our favorite gay character Deonne cross-dressed? Or an actual whore whose name is Deanna Foster?"
"What do you want, Vanessa?" I said through gritted teeth, trying not to show any signs of weakness.
"Poor Jungkookie, he looked like a fool because of you!" She exclaimed. "I already warned you that I'll spread whatever secret you have and now we're here."
I stand up on my feet and endured the throbbing pain on my ankle. "You're not going to tell him anything." I clenched my jaw.
"What makes you think I'll follow that demand of yours?" She arched an eyebrow while she crossed both her arms in front of her chest and shifted her weight on one foot.
"Because he already knows." I lied. It's the last resort I have in mind. I wrapped my arms around me to feel a little bit of warmth against the cold weather.
She slipped her hand inside her pocket and grabbed her phone. She then played a video and showed it to my face.
"We'll go with a sexy look. Take it off, I'll find something else."
"What the fuck?"
"Just try it, and stop cussing. You sound like a real guy right now."
"Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me."
"Ew, no."
"What am I going to do with this? I'll look like a hanger if I wear this."
"Paddings and push-up bras exist for a reason. Now, try it on."
"Yana take a look!"
"No! You come out! Wow."
"I know, it's hideous. Can we try something else?"
"No, no. It's okay, you'll go with this one. Jungkook will forgive you in an instant after confessing your crimes to him because of this look."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep, now go back and take it off, Deanna. We'll check it out."
She turned her phone off and placed it back inside her pocket. "It looks like I have sufficient evidence to support my claim here." An evil smirk was plastered on her face.
"No, you'll not beat me to it." I firmly stated. "I'm already telling him tonight."
"Not unless I get there faster than you," She looked at my injured foot and she immediately sprinted.
But before she can even vanish out of my sight, I pulled her ponytail and stopped her with all my might. She shrieked in torment but she hit my right arm and my grip on her hair was instantly removed.
I know she is much stronger than I am, but I'm not risking the truth to be told by some wretched woman. "You should've known better, Deanna." She was slowly coming up at me while I continuously walked backward.
"Vanessa, you don't understand. Something bad might happen to Jungkook if you will just tell him the truth frankly." I attempted to persuade her.
"You think I would believe such petty lie?" She scoffed. "Maybe to avoid something to happen badly, we must get rid of the main problem, right?" She asked. "We must get rid of you."
She was ready to grab me by my arm when I tried so hard to run away, but to escape with an ankle injury is impossible.
Gripping my hair tightly despite how short it is, she dragged me back to the stairs and I can see what she is trying to do. "No, Vanessa, please..." No matter how strong I wanted to look, my eyes started to become teary.
She tilted my head to face her and she grinned once she saw the look on my face. "Not so tough, are we?" Without any notice, she slapped me on the face and I felt her long fingernails scratching me.
A sting surfaced on my face as I looked back at her with rage in my eyes. While she is busy admiring my wounded face, I took advantage of it and punched her abdomen.
She fell down and it was my chance to escape so I immediately took downstairs. I was gently and quickly finding my way out when someone kicked me on my back.
My vision started rolling along with the motion of my body falling down from the stairs. My head smashed the floor and I started feeling warm liquid coming out of it.
All I can feel was pain all over my body. I saw Vanessa standing in front of me and she looked mortified as if it's not on her plan to make me suffer this much and almost kill me.
I can feel my heartbeat increasing and my breathing pattern is slowly hitching. The view in front of me began to become blurry.
My senses are failing and there's only one thing inside my head.
Jungkook.