Fake Love (Mafia au)

CHAPTER 2: Left on Delivered

Wednesday and Thursday went by rather fast, and before I knew it it was Friday. Jungkook hadn't texted me yet, but it was still noon. I mean, to be honest I had no clue what we were doing. All he had said was, Let's go out. He didn't specify where so I was still waiting.

Actually, it was strange.

There was no good morning text.

And yes, it may sound like a cringy couple thing, but my sweet boyfriend always texted it. And really, if you think about it, it isn't too much of an effort to do. And that was why it made no sense for there to be nothing.

But, I'd try my best not to worry.

It was probably nothing.

I mean, what could have happened?

I just needed to stop worrying.

It would be perfectly fine.

Jungkook was fine.

The only thing that happened was he simply forgot to text me. Big deal. People forget things all the time. I couldn't expect him to always remember. It just wasn't possible. Right?

I blew out a breath.

Everything was fine.

"Miss Choi!" My neck snapped up at the sound of my name. Professor Lee was staring at me with his blank, dark eyes. I gulped. Blinked. My stomach squeezed as the professor assessed me with cold, deep eyes. "Are you aware of the upcoming tests that could possibly decide how your medical career will turn out?"

A wave of cold washed over me. Of course I knew about them, everyone did. Fail and you were basically screwed. But my hesitation to answer Professor Lee's question resulted in him thinking I hadn't known. "Ah, I see. Well, that certainly explains why you are so distant in this class. Get it together if you don't want your future to fall down the drain, Miss Choi. Pay attention, study, do what you need to do in order not to fail."

I held in my groan and nodded.

I heard his gruff sigh, and fear pretty much drove me to open my laptop and take notes, when really what I felt like doing was either digging a hole and dying in it, or running into the arms of Jungkook. I really wanted to do the second one.

"Hey, hey, hey, Nari. Nariii," someone poked from next to me, interrupting my thoughts of a beautiful, smiling Jungkook.

I turned to my neighbor to the left, Beomgyu, who was grinning widely as I looked at him. "What," I snapped quietly so the crunchy professor couldn't hear.

Beomgyu shrugged, "Well, if you hadn't noticed, I was not here yesterday. So it would be a huge favor, if I can see some notes."

I rolled my eyes, continuing to stare at my computer screen and typing. "Actually, I hadn't noticed, and if you could leave me alone, that'd be a huge favor. I'm trying to focus after getting yelled at in front of the entire class because I wasn't focusing."

"Ah, after class then."

I gave Beomgyu a look. "No, just no. It's not my fault you were railing some girl then lost track of time, so just shut up."

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "Nari, you don't have to be a bitch about anything. A simple no would have been fine."

I raised my brows, "Actually shut up. Just stop talking."

"Fine."

"Good."

Beomgyu was actually so annoying, always asking for work and test answers. It was a miracle he even got into college, and perhaps a bigger one that he was alive. Kid had no idea how to function as a proper adult. There are some people you just can't see being successful in life, and Beomgyu was one of them for me.

After my horrible classes, I returned to my dorm to maybe study for a bit and wait for Jungkook to text me. It was near lunch, and I really didn't want too much food, so I decided I'd stick with some water and super fruit gum.

I threw my school bag into my room and collapsed onto my bed, burying my face into my stuffed koala. I took a deep breath and checked my phone one more time.

No notifications.

I bit the inside of my cheek, pursing my lips in disappointment.

But, I was being petty.

It was stupid to think something had happened to him just because he didn't text me.

I wasn't the girlfriend who'd be mad about her boyfriend not texting her, but the one who was worried if he was killed by her father or not.

And that isn't a joke.

I wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of pita chips, pouring them into a bowl to have beside me while I researched the functions of the white blood cell during a vital flu. Pushing my worries aside, I forced myself to study.

I spent ten minutes snacking and staring at a textbook, just ten minutes of time before my phone started ringing.

My stomach fluttered in nervousness, relief and excitement. I turned over my phone quickly, and almost cried out when I saw the caller ID.

It wasn't Jungkook.

It was the man who might have murdered him.

Father is calling...