One-Way Ticket | Jeon Jungkook

twenty-eight

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TW: death threats, non-consensual touching

I stared down at the message in shock. No.

I felt paralyzed, unable to move a single limb, as I sat frozen. My wide eyes met with Marina's before travelling around the canteen, seeing their heads huddled up closely as their lips moved hushed to the view of me. Had this been any other school, I might've been spared, but these people knew, every single one of them.
Before I could even get a word in, which seemed impossible due to the heavy lump that weighed down my throat, my phone alerted again. This time it was Jungkook calling me, and if panic hadn't struck before, it sure had now. I reacted faster than ever. Declined the call, abandoned my lunch, and hauled Marina up by the arm and out of the cafeteria to the safety of the girl's restroom. I slammed the door shut and began pacing, letting curse after curse fly out until I felt the blood drain from my head. I was dizzy.

My hand flew to chest to clutch my beating heart as I stared at Marina's pitiful expression. I dragged my nails down my face, shaking it in disbelief.
"Marina, this is bad. This is really bad, EVERYONE knows- a-and Jungkook, he's going to hate me-" I shuddered out every word in a flurry of vowels that seemed more like a frantic storm than my own voice.
"Hey-hey Y/n, hey! He's not going to hate you." Marine said sternly as she grabbed my shoulders, holding my shaking body still. I stared into her eyes, on the verge of tears. "Just try to calm down, okay? We're going to figure this out, okay?" I hardly believed her. How could I? After everything went so wrong, how could it ever be figured out? It was pure luck that all the stalls were empty, or they'd be subject to my distressed state.

In the pocket of jacket my phone was a buzzing mess, messages and calls ticked in for every second. I rubbed my face, not even finding it in me to care that it would ruin my makeup.
"How even? I- I was on my phone just before, I didn't see anything, and then I suddenly get all these messages? It must've happened right now." I cried out as I spread my arms in a sign of giving up. Marina searched through her phone, frantically scrolling for the answer. "I- I don't know- Oh here! It's this article. Oh, Y/n, it's already everywhere..." Her answer slowly faded to silence as reality set in.
"Fuck, h-how did it get out? Someone must've seen us together or heard..." My trembles had now reached not only my hands, but my vocal cords too, and I couldn't speak without it sounding weak. Marina thinned her lips and shook her head. "No, it says it's an anonymous source..."

"Our source states that BTS member Jeon Jungkook has been dating rookie actor and student Min Y/n, known for her lead role in the brand-new Netflix drama Red, for roughly a year." Marina recited and I could only let out a puff of air in defeat. I had finally been on top. I had been so well.
"Y/n," Marina sighed as she reached for me. I could only stare blankly at the wall. I guess it would've had to have happened sooner or later. But it felt cataclysmic, like I would never be able to turn back now.
"I..." I began but found no words to describe the feeling. I stared hopelessly at my friend. "Marina, I..."

The door flung open and in came all my misery personified. Na-ra smiled cunningly at me and raised a daring brow, having seemingly gotten her confidence back upon my downfall. Her tongue swiped across her sharp upper teeth, eyeing me up and down, and pulled out a lip-gloss from her purse. She looked at me through the mirror and I felt my blood boil from just her presence.
"Surprised you're still here, Min. I thought you would've been over mountains by now, or hoped is perhaps a better word." She snickered, far too self-satisfied for my liking. She had been like a pathetic puppy these past months, shriveling at just one look. Like a fucking parasite that one couldn't get rid of, too invasive and reluctant. It made me see red.