The mask /Taekook( Book 1 )

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Jungkook's POV

Another day, another scar. My body is numb from the beating-one of Taehyung's kicks was enough to knock me out. Now, I'm waking up in the nurse's office with a pounding headache.

Hello, everyone. I'm Jeon Jungkook, an 18-year-old student from Seoul, currently in my second year at this school. For the past two years, I've been relentlessly bullied. It's become part of my routine. Most students don't even know who I am because I never take off my mask.

Only two people have seen me without it-Kim Seokjin and Park Jimin. They were the only ones who helped me when I first arrived and was immediately targeted. Don't ask me why I wear this mask... you'll find out soon enough.

As I walked back to class from the nurse's office, I stopped by the washroom to splash some water on my face. That's when I realized-I wasn't wearing my mask. Panic rushed through me. If anyone sees me like this, my secret will be out.

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and hurried to the nurse's office, asking for a mask. They gave me two packs, and I thanked them before putting one on. Finally feeling somewhat at ease, I returned to class.

The lecture had already started. I knocked on the door, and Mrs. Sulgi opened it.

"Jungkook, you're late," she said, clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sulgi. I wasn't feeling well and had to wash my face," I explained.

She placed a hand on my forehead and frowned. "You're burning up! Stay here. I'll get some medicine and a thermometer."

I nodded and made my way to my seat, about to sit down when my phone rang.

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Phone Conversation

Jungkook: "Hello?"

Caller: "Hi, how are you?"

Jungkook: "I'm okay... but not feeling too well today."

Caller: "Take care of yourself, and don't stress too much. I called because we need to go to Tokyo for five days."

Jungkook: "But what about school?"

Caller: "I've already informed the principal, so you're good to go."

Jungkook: "Wow, that was fast."

Caller: "Of course. Pack your things. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5 PM."

Jungkook: "So, I'll still be able to attend my lectures tomorrow?"

Caller: "Yep, you're all set."

Jungkook: "Thanks! You're the best."

Caller: "I know, I know. See you tomorrow."

Jungkook: "Alright, bye."

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I ended the call and stuffed the extra masks into my bag, grateful that the crisis had been averted. Mrs. Sulgi returned with the thermometer and medicine, and the class went silent as she checked my temperature.

"134 degrees? You're burning up! Take this medicine and rest," she said, handing me the pills.

I quickly took the medicine without removing my mask, and after a few moments, I felt nauseous. "Mrs. Sulgi, may I go to the washroom?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Yes, go ahead. Wash your face again, it might help."

I nodded and rushed to the bathroom, where I spent the next minute throwing up. After cleaning myself up and splashing cold water on my face, I felt a little better. But as I walked back to class, the exhaustion hit me hard.

With seven more lectures to go, I laid my head on the desk and wondered if I'd even survive the day. Maybe I'm going to die, I thought, chuckling weakly to myself. Or maybe I just need some serious bed rest.

I'll tell Jimin and Jin before I head home...

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That's all for today! What's Jungkook's secret behind wearing the mask? Who was on the phone, and why is he going to Tokyo? Find out in the next chapter!

Bye bye!