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Xiaojun and I went to the teachers' room to find Taehyung's address, he didn't come in for 3 days, so we went to his house.

No way right?

"It's nothing. Rejun, I'll be right back"

Xiaojun looked confused at first, he raised his eyebrows asking for an explanation. But then the boy finally understood.

"Ah, too much"

I really don't care about Jungkook anymore. After turning around, I immediately left there, turning my back to Jungkook. To my class.

I know our relationship is now tenuous and not good, but I don't want to do anything anymore.

It's all up to Jungkook.

Yes, It's up to him.

I trotted into the courtyard of the house, wiping the tears on my face roughly with my arm. While sobbing and sobbing, I opened the door with a bang.

I didn't care if anyone was in there. But.. Jae's friends were there. They were all so surprised that even Johnny jumped off the sofa. Jae's cola also spilled down on his pants.

I cried louder.

"W-what are you doing?!" it's not Jae, but Taeyong. My brother is still gawking.

"Oppa I'm bored of life!!" I roared while crying.

Jae hit my head after approaching me.

"OPPA!!" I screamed loudly. Annoyed.

My brother was seen wiping his face in frustration, he was confused when my crying got louder. Then looked at Johnny and Taeyong who only blinked. Only the two of them came to the house.

By God I'm so upset and angry right now. It's a habit when I'm at the point of irrational anger, I cry.

Jungkook and I had another fight after school. Earlier, in the parking lot, when he wanted to take me home.

This time we fought more intensely. He even yelled at me and bad-mouthed everyone because I came into contact with Xiaojun, Especially Taehyung, and also Lai Guanlin. But I'm sorry, why did he include Guanlin? I still do not understand.

I ran away from Jungkook and went home alone in a taxi.

"Don't cry all the time! Explain! I need to understand what actually happened!" Jae, my impatient brother finally shouted.

I'm getting annoyed.

"Whatever! Up to you! All boys are the same!"

Then I ran towards the stairs, but stopped again when I realized what I just said.

"Except Taehyung!" while turning around and looking at the three boys.

Jae snorted in annoyance, "What are you talking about, bitch?"

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Taehyung was still curled up on the bathroom floor. He had been there for three days and had not come out or moved at all.

How was he going to get out? He was locked in there. He didn't have any strength to move. Moreover, he did not eat or drink during those three days.

The boy stared ahead blankly, his breathing heavy. His body was stiff and white, very pale. The wounds were infected, black and neglected.

Taehyung opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the door opening. He started to feel scared.

But then, his corneas caught the image of someone he really cared about. Someone he had protected so much.

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