𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕.
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i enter our shared dormitory, surprised to see y/n seated at her desk. "oh, you're here." i said.
y/n faced me, and scoffed. i raise an brow, "what's your problem now?" i questioned. y/n ignored me standing up from that desk, attempting to exit our dorm. y/n walked past me, and i grasped onto her arm stopping her in between her tracks.
"why're you always so rude? y/n, tell me." i paused and looked at y/n, straight in her eyes. "have i ever done anything to you..?" i ask, but only to receive a sharp glare in return.
"fuck off, you jerk." she cursed.
i started to feel anger build up inside me due to her statement. "no tell me. what's wrong?" i demanded sternly, returning the cold look in my eyes.
she yanks her arm out my tight grasp, "why're you acting dumb shouldn't you know by now?" i let go, watching y/n approaching the exit using that as an attempt to leave. but before y/n can lay a finger on
the door knob i gripped onto her forearm stopping her again.
"what the hell is your problem?!"
i was feeling impatient with her attitude, in which makes me raise my tone unintentionally. i started feeling bad after yelling, seeing y/n flinch. i didn't want to be someone, who she'd be afraid of. i only wanted to be someone who she can rely and open
up to and talk things out.
though i barely knew her she's still my roommate
for the entire year. so i had to be there for her and
i needed to get along with somebody, who i would
be roommates with for a while. but y/n's stubborn behaviour was the only thing hat was stopping me from wanting to be there for her.
it was getting on my nerves, but what shocked me, was when y/n shouted back defensively.
"you're the fucking problem!" she boldly responds, yanking her forearm out of my grasp, and pushing against my chest, causing me to fall, onto the floor.
i did not know what to do or understood based on how i was the person making things worse for her everyday, supposedly. i stayed seated on the floor,
not knowing what to do as i noticed tears forming
in her eyes. i stood up as y/n pulled out her phone
and afterwards throwing it directly at me.
there displayed on her screen, was a tweet from a twitter account. my eyes widened in shock due to
the tweet i clearly knew was false. she just did not seem like the person to be a so-called slut.
i looked up toward y/n, seeing her turn away from me. i felt anger invading me.
does she think i did that?
"so, you think that i tweeted this?" i said. she faced me, "no it was your crazy girlfriend!" she exclaims, snatching her phone out of my hands.
"shut the fuck yo about that dating shit. we weren't even together how many times do," she cuts me off mid sentence, "yerin's doing all this shit because of you!" she raised her voice higher than it previously was. i did not even know what to say. i felt shocked from her words, and her accusations about me and yerin.
"just calm down!" i responded unaware of what to
do, or how to even comfort someone. i didn't want
to frustrate y/n even worse, but it seemed that my words have made everything worse.
"how do you expect me to be clam?!" she shouts as tears streams down her red cheeks. "this is all your fault! my reputation's ruined now because of you!"
y/n proceeds, to falsely accuse me. i raised a brow, taken aback by her statement.
"how the fuck is this my fault?!" i shout back. "you really think that i'd want all this shit to happen?" i proceed. "i cannot control what yerin does. so stop accusing the wrong people but come back to argue once you've finally got all your shit straight." i stop and turned on my heel wanting to desperately exit
the dormitory.
"yerin's done all of this, because of you." y/n said, almost in a whisper — but i heard her and i lost it.
"for fucks sake y/n!" i shout, stomping toward her with anger written all over my face. "stop being so stubborn! i'll fix this." i informed approaching the door. but what had surprise and confused me was when she ran up toward me and grasped onto my wrist, stopping me in my movements.
"stop! do not risk it, it will only making everything worse." she enunciated each word. "you've already made things bad enough.." she warns. "that wasn't any of my fucking intention! you really think i'd do this bullshit to you?" i questioned.
"yes.." she immediately replied, allowing my wrist
to slip from her grasp.
"remember? that you were the fucking asshole, to begin with." she swore, and afterwards exited our shared dormitory, leaving me alone.
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏.
i was seated at a small restaurant with all the guys.
the restaurant, was a late night opened restaurant, serving alcohol beverages, and grilled meat, which was what i needed, to get my mind of some things.
but y/ns words kept roaming around my mind as i remain angered, and bothered from our argument.
"hey, jeon." seokjin called out, cutting off a train of thoughts. i didn't bother to advert my gaze towards him, regarding that my mind was wrapped around
the whole situation with y/n from earlier. however, through my peripheral vision i can tell that seokjin was staring towards my direction.
"hey," he nudged my shoulder.
i look at him, "everything good? why do you seem
a little off?" he asks me, causing the rest to advert their gaze toward me. "i'm fine." i respond sternly without bothering to look up at him.
i wanted to forget about that whole situation, and didn't want them to talk about it. the guys did not seem at all convinced however just shrugged it off continuing with their conversation.
i adverted my gaze elsewhere — trying to think of something else rather than y/n my thoughts were interrupted as i heard a familiar deep mans voice.
jaehyun.
"i saw the tweet, as well." i recognized that bitchs' voice. jaehyun's a total asshole and only deserved
to get his ass beat — nothing else rather than that.
i never liked him because he'd always talk shit. the fact that we used to be friends in high school made
me want to throw up or get myself brainwashed or both, if the possibility was available. but now, ever since senior year, he's always been on my bad side.
i have always regretted hanging around him who's
got me into a hell ton of trouble. and even my first encounter with him was so shit. however for some reason we clicked and managed to be tight friends
for a few years. thankfully that shit was over, once
i walked in on him sleeping with my ex.
he's a dude who i'd say, that i hate most. that man who'd disrespect ladies yet manage to manipulate
and lie to them, just for a simple fuck.
"i didn't expect that from the new girl. her being a slut? goddamn." one of his friends said.
"fuck, if she's a slut, then i might as well get her to ride me for a night." jaehyun spoke with a chuckle following after. i clenched my jaw as i heard those filthy words leave those dumbasses' mouths.
i don't know why i felt angry but i just couldn't get
my mind off of it.
"what do you think y/n'd body count is?" he asked,
as the other dude scoffed."don't know.. but wanna
bet if i can make it, on one of her counts?" jaehyun spoke with a mischievous and ugly smirk.
at jaehyun's statement, it enforced me to stand up from my seat. i clench my fists, "jeon, sit." seokjin demanded with seriousness overcoming his voice.
the guys knew how much hatred i had toward him
and knew that i am willing to go behind bars cause
of this guy.
i knew damn well tha the boys heard them talking dirty about y/n — but for some reason, how come, they didn't want me to defend her?
i couldn't hold myself back. each second frustrated me, hearing those bastards continuing to sexualize
y/n behind her back — shes not that type of person and she knows it. i know it, and so did all the guys.
"oh, i'd fuck her up real bad, that she'd be running back wanting more of me."
and that was it.
with those last few words leaving jaehyuns mouth,
i pushed myself up from my spot, and approached jaehyuns table. "jungkook stop," yoongi called out
but i ignored him.
taking large steps toward them jaehyun seemed to notice my presence, near. jaehyun diverts his gaze toward me and smiles. "damn, long time no see—"
jaehyuns words are then cut off mid sentence, as i punch him across the face. jaehyun then falls onto
the cold floor, loudly groaning in pain. suddenly, i
am punched across the face by one of his guys and that causes me stumble onto the ground.
jimin and namjoon pulls the two others away from me. "get— get away from me, you fucken asshole!" jaehyun cursed drawing attention from a plenty of
the employees, customers, and pedestrians nearby
or outside of the outdoor restaurant.
i knew what i was doing was bad, and it can get me into a lot of trouble. but i couldn't hold back.
jaehyun then attempts to throw a punch at me but
i block him, punching him in the face instead. that guy then falls back as he groan: in pain. he cupped
his reddened face.
"god, you're so fucked." i threaten, kneeling down
to jaehyuns level, harshly grabbing onto his collar, dragging him up. "wo—woah, stop! jeon, stop!" he cowardly stutters pleading for me to stop with my physical actions towards him.
he raises his hands covering his face to refrain me from hurting him even more. "p—please stop," he begged tremblingly. "you win, you win." he spoke.
i glared, "shut the fuck up."
i raised my fist not hesitating to even give another blow at this asshole again. "jeon jungkook!" i hear seokjin yelled, making me stop in my movements.
"are you fucking insane?!" taehyung cursed. "god,
do you wanna be arrested?!" i got straight back to realization, glancing around seeing people staring
at me — all frightened and in shock.
looking down to jaehyun, i saw a busted lip with a bloody nose with his hands raised up in surrender
as jaehyun avoids eye contact, his focus elsewhere.
"get the fuck out of here."
i scoffed, pushing jaehyun down to the ground and
i release my grip from his bloodstained shirt collar.
next thing i knew, i'm watching him, and his group run away, out of the pub restaurant.
i glance toward the guys, my own friends, and saw nothing but surprised or disappointed expressions displayed on each of their faces. i glanced down to
my hands seeing all the blood from the fight which suddenly drags me into reality.
what the hell was i doing?