THE DRUGGIE. J. JUNGKOOK.

nine.

BLOOMING ALLIANCE

could she call him a friend?
if so, her new friend was an absolute jerk. but something about him was so alluring, he was able to find anyone's weak spot. he held a mysterious boy facade that was drawing her in by the hour.

it was possible she could avoid him, advance with her life as if she never met him or laid eyes on him.
forget all about the past nights they saw each other and their unknown connection.

when the last bell rang to get everyone off campus, the hallways had became a steady stream of order, each of the crowds a careful two feet apart.

jungkook sat in the principals office with his head down, staring down at his lap contemplating on what he had just done, filled with nothing but satisfaction over regret.

he scoffed to himself in the chair, the silence comforting him as he long awaited his spoken punishment for getting involved in another school fight.

the man placed down the office phone after calling his mother about his preposterous behavior, giving the younger an intimidating glare.

"i suppose it's useless to give you another lecture." he crossed his arms.
"well i do dislike listening to the pointless ramblings of an old man," jungkook couldn't help but laugh, ignoring how badly his face was injured and how much his stomach hurt.

"just get that imbecile off campus and we could all live happily ever after yeah?" he proposed.
"as far as i'm concerned you're the one starting all the riot, jungkook."

"and because of that, you'll be instructed to clean the gym for your... style." jungkook sat there unamused yet insulted by his words, snagging his backpack off the desk and hastily leaving the suffocating room.

y/n followed along the dark marble floors and white walls, every student giving her a side eye or fleeing off school grounds.

her head was pounding from getting thrown around by a group of girls, resulting in hitting her head on the corner of the wall when she fell.

she had slowly made her way into the girls bathroom, she found it personally humiliating that she had to hide from the people of her school, the ones she was supposed to call "school mates."

it made her feel weak and belittled, that she would never fit in the crowd and would be considered an outcast moving to a new school for a new start.

the girl slumped down against the entrance door with her bag in her lap, breathing out a heavy sigh and leaning her head back to gently bang it in boredom.

a string of her dark hair landed in front of her face as she blew it away with a light air that escaped from her mouth, running a hand through it all to mess it up in frustration.

hearing the loud noises from behind the white door fade away, she pushed herself up from the dirty ground, dusting off her hands on her pants before reaching the handle and pulling it towards her.

the exit closed with the last person leaving the hallway empty with her alone. y/n despised the thought of the insufferable punishment she received by her home room teacher for fighting with the group of girls, except they didn't acquire the same acts she was forced to do.

the double doors welcomed her with a wet soaked mop in a bucket of cleaner and a long stick broom, a dirty sweat towel hanging from the tip, erupting a sudden gag from her throat.

snagging the broom from its standing position y/n opened the entrance doors with her other hand to the gymnasium.

upon the loud sound, a boy shot his head up from under the bleachers with his doe eyes finding her small figure before a scoff left from his lips.